The other day, a friend of mine and I were talking about what I would do special for myself once Caleb (my son) is born and no longer dependent upon being in my stomach. At that moment I realized something very pathetic. The only plans I had for myself were taking care of him. Bathing him, raising him, and helping him grow up super healthy and smart. Which of course I AM going to do, it’s the most important thing I will be doing, but where does that leave me? For nine months of carrying this being what have I really done for myself? Well, now why can’t I take a little time for me? Because I’m a mom, that’s why.
From there I had to think of an answer still. Something for me to do that is just for me. Later that night I was in the shower and I thought to myself, staring at the Jacuzzi right outside of the shower, gosh I wish I could take a bath. It dawned on me! There is no cost, it wont take any real time away from my son, and it’s something that would be just for me. While you are pregnant you have to stay away from the warm, relaxing bathes that you never miss until you can’t have one. So, it’s decided. Once I am healthy enough (any stitches are healed) and able to take one, I am going to take an hour or longer bath.
NOW I have to say that logging on today was a YAY moment. Ms ferox wonderfully has liked my post about crocheted bows. It makes me want to keep going to know that at least one person has seen this blog. So thank you Ms ferox, this post’s for you!