Gotta let it go- September 19, 2013

From the profound to the ridiculous, here is a list of worries that have crossed my mind in the last week:

That I will not be ready for maternity leave in time to get everything done that I need to do at work or home.
That I will be more than ready for maternity leave and have time to kill.
That someone will mistakenly think that Sen. Lindsey Graham is from North Carolina and not South Carolina. I prefer we keep that crazy beneath us where it belongs.

That someone will say that I am somehow swollen in any way at all. I did not swell with my first pregnancy. I don’t plan on swelling this time. I pity the person who says that I look the least bit swollen. I will lose it.
That someone will now open fire in a Starbucks, specifically my Starbucks, simply to prove a point. Come on, Mr. Schultz, we could get shot in any public place. Why highlight one of your fine stores?

That when I get into Starbucks, they will be out of Pumpkin Spice Lattes.
That my kid has a cavity.
That I will have a moment of pregnancy brain like I did last time. You may recall this $600 mistake.
That I might get hemorrhoids.
That this baby will resent me because I didn’t spend $250 to get 3D ultrasound pictures of him/her like I did their sister.
That I might hear “Blurred Lines” on the radio again any time, ever. Remember earlier in the summer when that was “my jam?” Shoot me. (But, not at Starbucks, please.)