The Weight of Parenting

My good friend Meg posted a really poignant entry on her blog this morning, and I cluttered up some bandwidth with a lengthy comment. I think a lot of the happy-happy-joy-joy of pregnancy ends up, for me anyway, being almost a mask of denial for the absolute sheer terror and lack of control that comes with becoming a parent. It's all in there, "there" being my heart and my spirit and my mind, and I just don't want to look at it because it truly brings me to tears.