Oct 21, 2016 20:55
I should be reading it. the book next to the side of my bed. but i can't get myself to pick it up. I need to know what to do and what is happening when it "happens." i know this. and even after last night, i can't do it. Instead I want to sit here, sit here and write about how incredibly scared i feel. and out of control. and stressed. and sad.
All of the sudden we have 3-4 weeks until we meet our twin boys. Not months. Its 3 or 4 weeks until my life changes forever. Amber and I talked about it today--how scared we are. how we have each had moments where we literally say to ourselves, "i dont know if this is something i want." none of those thoughts matter, however. In fact, these thoughts are actually completely pointless. At this point, it doesn't matter what we want. They are coming. And I'm not sad or stressed to meet them. To the contrary, I think I will be so overwhelmed with love that I will cry the second I meet each of them.
Apparently there are events in your life where you can be happy and sad. Happy for what is to come and sad for what has ended. I'm scared to get to that point...