DOES IT EVER END?

Okay, so I think I’m just tired and decided to write this post.

When at 6 weeks, I would hear of finding out the gender at 18 weeks and it felt so far away. Thinking of those at 24 weeks seemed to be more than I could bear.

In the 20+ weeks, I would look at the posts of those in 30+ weeks and felt like they were so blessed (and they are).

But now, here I am, blessed with sth beyond 30 weeks (O pardon me, I refuse to look at my actual days)… and… (wait for it) I see those at 34-36 and wonder how happy they might — or might not — be feeling.

Yet, they are probably also waiting for 37-38. And those at 38 might feel — am I really heading to 40 wks? Or will it end soon?

Again, my mind does not rest, what of after birth? How long till the baby wears those cute clothes they have on display for 6 month olds? What about crawling, first steps? Talking? School?

DOES IT EVER END? 😂😂😭

Finally, I hit the pause button. Slow down, P, take a deep breath. GOD is in control of tomorrow, come what may. Just enjoy it as it comes. Right now, you need a nap.