My reign is not over yet....

I really hate it when my husband forgets that I am pregnant. I love the guy dearly, but cut me some slack. Yes, I may overreact but you try growing a new person in your body sometime.

About a month ago it dawned on me that I only had seven months left to be THE princess. I am an only child and very loved… some MIGHT call me spoiled. My reign will soon be over. Why can’t he just let me have my time in the sun? Why can’t I cry and throw a fit if I want to? I AM carrying his child.

I am prepared to let go of the dramatics (well, some of them) and refocus the attention usually spent of fulfilling my own needs to my child. I know that is what happens when you become a parent. Until then, I want to embrace my demanding, dramatic ways while I still can. Soon enough there will be a new princess or prince of the house - a hungry, poopy and crying heir to the throne.

Let it be said here...my reign does not end until that kiddo arrives.