The Host

My body is a host.
I have carried and birthed a total of three children and I am on number four.
I have no clue as to what the hell I am doing.
Last summer? A size 8-10.
This summer? A 20, oh yes, I just said 20.
My belly is ravaged by stretch marks, and I am fearing the deflation period after this kid comes.
I am lost in a new marriage, motherhood, and maternity...
would you not be confused?
So, now begins my journey to find ME.
I am going to discover what I like, what I want, what makes me happy, and guess what?!
DO IT!
I have three more months until labor day (literally) and then begins reconstruction and rediscovery of all that makes me ME.