musings

So I was reading this other blog and ran across the following:

I marvel at the social life of my single years, I have no idea where that interesting, funny girl went. I still feel that parts of me are alive but I can see what she means. Not that I hate motherhood, not at all. I love my kids so much it hurts. But it is a strange balance, isn’t it? Figuring out where you begin and where all of your responsibilities end?

I, of course, did not write that but it's exactly how I feel. I used to have friends! And I used to be fun! How come I can hardly remember any of it anymore? This whole pregnant thing really makes me emotional. On the other hand, this blog made me pee my pants I laughed so hard.