Sometimes I get in my own head. I start to panic because it’s pretty much the worst place to spend a significant amount of time. I am THE BEST at doomsday scenarios, in every facet of my life. Seriously. I can jump from nothing to worst case scenario in 2 seconds flat. It’s a horrible feeling.
So when I play “worst case scenario” over and over again in my head, I literally have to talk myself off that proverbial ledge. I’ve been extremely stressed during this pregnancy. In addition to the major sickness, I’ll just burst into tears because this is not how life should be. And I’m missing a lot of work because of it. And that has me stressed out, like, beyond words. I just feel like none of this should be this way right now.
Regardless of the many of the several doomsday scenarios I think of, I will be OK!
… I will still be alive.
… I will still have my health.
… I will still have this baby in my belly.
… I will still have my husband, who very much loves me.
… I will still have Moosh and his relentless toddler love.
… I will still have a roof over my head.
… I will still have food on the table, morning, noon and night.
And everything will be okay.