Roller Coaster

I'm only writing this so I remember every aspect of this pregnancy. The last couple of days have been hard on me. I'm to the point where I can't really play with Mason on the level he wants me to. I usually get on the ground and chase him around, build things with him, lift him up to slam dunk on his basketball goal, or take him to the park. I still can sit and play, but not for long periods of time, because I get uncomfortable or just bending over makes my heartburn ten times worse. Mason still has a good time playing, but it's definitely not as fun sitting on the sidelines watching him have a good time and not being able to participate. He is such a good sport.

On top of that, my pregnancy hormones have hit an all time high since I found out I was pregnant. I was watching Mason run around the living room and he turned around to look at me. He gave me a great big smile, when he realized I was looking at him, and I smiled back. At that moment, I began to cry. It was a tender moment and it caught me off guard.

Anything and everything brings me to tears at that drop of the hat. I have been an emotional roller coaster and I'm not used to it. I'm an emotional person, but not this extreme. It's starting to hit me that my time alone with Mason, just the two of us, is coming to an end. Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled and look forward to Taylor's arrival, but I'm going to miss the one-on-one time with my son. He made me a mom and that has been the best gift I could have asked for.
See what I mean, super emotional!