OK, so I'm a worrier. Not just a little worry here, a little worry there. I am an obsessive compulsive, nail biting, nerve-frying worrier. It's not just that I tend to worry about things, it's more that I am an over-thinker. Can I get an "Amen"? Please? Anyone?
Should I start a blog? Is it too trendy? Will people check my blog daily like I stalk others' blogs? Is my house clean enough? Am I ready for this new baby? Why does Luke have diarrhea? Is he dehydrated? Is the baby moving enough?
So, do you get the picture? The worst part is, I know this worrying is something I'm not supposed to do. I keep telling God, "But YOU made me this way!" Ha. I guess the moral of the story is that there is no moral. I'm worrying about worrying. SOS!!!!!!!
p.s. So, as you've guessed, I've started a blog, but I'm waiting to tell others about it until I figure out what the heck I'm doing...I'm impossible!!!