It is raining today, but that’s not what I’m talking about. Tomorrow is my baby shower. I’m excited. Excited to see everyone. Excited to get some gear for the tadpole, so I don’t feel so unprepared. Excited to get my hair cut (not technically part of the shower, but I figured I’d treat myself to one last cut while I have the time.) Excited for silly games and yummy food.
Normally I’d be totally stressed about having 15 people coming to my home. I’d be cleaning for days and getting organized. But, you know what? I’m too darn tired to be stressed. We did finish unpacking which was a a major feat in itself. But I haven’t cleaned a thing. My mom and sister are coming tomorrow morning and I’m sure they’ll help out. But, if there’s dust, there’s dust. Too bad. I’m going to have to accept this reality.
One of the things I’m learning with this pregnancy is hard it is to ask for help. I like to do things myself. Asking someone to help me clean my bathroom makes me feel like a failure on some level. I want to do it all and be the best and yada yada. It’s in my nature. Sitting back and letting someone else do things is not. I know I’m lucky to have lots of people willing to help me and should just sit back and be grateful for it. What can I say? I’m trying.