Being well rounded. It's a tricky thing.
Before this pregnancy, I felt pretty good about my well-roundedness in general. I knew that I could give up some sleep in order to get other things done, which would fulfil my creative need, which in turn would make me a nicer/more patient mom, which would mean that I wasn't so exhausted at the end of the day, which meant that I could stay up late to get something done. See? Well rounded. Well, for me at least. Of course, Dr. Pepper helped.
Not so much anymore. For example, right now I'm really very good at hanging out with my kids (thank goodness summer break finally started), eating ice cream, getting kids to swimming lessons, growing a baby, and going to bed early.
Things I haven't been so great at? Returning phone calls, getting my actual camera out, blogging, sewing things other than baby bedding, etc, etc, etc. And cooking, but lets be honest, I'm never good at that. Also, I miss Dr. Pepper.
Some days I worry about how this third little man is going to fit into this crazy mix. How I'll fit in feeding a baby, sleepless nights, and eventually (yikes) crawling. If I'll remember how to be a mom to a little tiny baby... But then I look at my other little men, and I know that my life could in no way be well rounded without them in it. They are what make it full, make it happy. And you know, crazy. In a good way.
Then I pat my well rounded middle and carry on.