My concerns are a lot less grandiose, on a much smaller scale than those Tom has reported on lately. Rather than worrying about the troubles caused by modern conveniences in the 21st century, I'm focused on making it through the day without having a nervous breakdown or going postal. This is an exaggeration, of course, but the bigger I get, the clearer the reality becomes that in 2 short months, there will be a newborn in the house once again. I'm slightly terrified.
But first off, the next two months seem insurmountable. I wonder how I can make it another 8-9 weeks, when most days I hardly feel like I can make it to 8PM. I'm getting more tired, exhausted; my lower back is aching and the hormones/tears are out of control. On top of this, work is stressful and Lily still needs to be taken care of, regardless of how tired I am. There is no time to even think about preparations for the new little one.
I don't mean to complain or whine. I know many women find themselves in similar situations, and things work out fine. I just need to somehow figure out how to get the strength to make it through myself.
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