I suspect myself of projecting my feelings onto other people.
When I think that Hubby hates me, it’s because I hate myself.
There are a lot of very hard things in my life right now. I am afraid, of the c-section and of what having a baby will do to my marriage. I am sad that it will never be the past and wonder how I am to seize my future. There’s a lot of uncertainty. But isn’t there always?
This morning I thought,”In a week I’ll be bringing home a baby.” And I wondered if that meant that things were going to happen sooner than planned. I won’t be bringing home a baby for a week and a half.
But I am excited to see what layers this adds to my womanhood, what it does for my writing and my purpose and my self. Plus, I get to buy childrens books.