Today I made an entire slow cooker of good, hearty soup. We have a 7-quart slow cooker (and a 2-quart, but I didn’t use it for this recipe!), so it’s enough to last a week.
I always find myself thinking, When we have a houseful of children, this will be the perfect amount for once!
I find myself increasingly wondering if we’ll ever have a child, let alone a houseful like we always planned on.
I try to stay positive, but I’ve lost a lot of faith in myself. Between my anxiety and my weight, I feel like I have no business being a mother.
I survived a trip across the state last weekend–but only barely. My husband said I did better than he’d seen in months (I can’t handle being a passenger in the car any more, especially if two-way highways are involved), but I felt like I was screaming in my head the whole time.
Months ago I told my husband that when I was down to my pre-pregnancy weight again it might be safe to try to have another baby. I’ve worked hard at it and barely lost 5 lbs. about two weeks ago. I still have 55 to go and it seems hopeless now.
I try to keep my head up but a lot of days I just don’t want to.