My wife is a saint for putting up with me. I become stressed as events get closer - I heap unrealistic expectations on my ability to accomplish, and I become more and more tense as the event draws closer until I am just about incapable of conversing about or focusing upon anything else.
Then it comes, and for better or worse it is accomplished or at least finished, and I pedulum-swing to the relaxed end, leaving my computer alone for days and declining to answer my phone at all, unsure of what day it is.
I almost just tried to compare this to giving birth and post-partum depression, but let's be honest - I don't have any harrowing stories of physical trauma to regale anyone with afterwards, so there's a pretty stark difference.
The whole point of this is that Heather is saintly for putting up with me, and I hope that I am as big a support to her in the physical/emotional aspect of pregnancy as she is with me in the emotional/stressful aspect of my job.
---PART 2---
We got to spend time with Jordan's little one this week. I thought it would be a bit of a breath of relief, like "OHHHH, this is not so hard after all. psh. i was psych'ing myself out for no good reason"...
...no.
I had no idea what to do.
Hopefully, 11th-hour instinct will be strong with me.
-Levi
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Heather is pretty amazing. I must say that you really lucked out! Guess you'll do too. Love you guys so much!
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