I was going to call this my hopes and fears but realized hopes sounds more positive and fears can easily be rewritten as hopes :)
I hope that I get my days figured out. I have no idea how I'm going to have my munchkin, my newborn and still work 40 hours a week from home. It will get done - I may never sleep - but it will get done.
I hope I am able to get enough info about homeschooling to get my husband to consider it. This may not be a problem, we have never actually had a real conversation about it. Go back to hope 1 though - how would I fit homeschooling in too?!? (Good thing I have two years to figure it out)
I hope I don't ever lose focus on the Lord. It is soooo easy to get distracted by everything else but I know the best thing for me to do in the morning is spend time with Him, to follow through during the day and to end the night with a good long prayer. :)
I hope I figure out how to keep my kitchen floor clean. Kind of a lame one I know - but I have NO idea how my floor gets so dirty EVERY DAY!
I hope I figure out how to keep my wits about me. I'm not a good arguer. I usually get really defensive or really angry so I can't express myself (when it's a BIG deal, not in the little things). I hope as I get older I figure it out.
I hope I figure out how to be ME without having to try to be everyone else. Sure, I am very similar to some of my extremist friends (thanks mom) but I'm not them - they do some things better than me. I possibly do some things better than them...that's why God gave us friends I think.
Speaking of my extremist tendencies - I hope I figure out which battles are important to fight and which ones I should let slide. I think I'll get it but I don't want my kid to end up hating me over the stuff that isn't really that important. Will staying out that extra half hour kill her? Probably not. Will I kill a boy I catch in her bedroom (or alone with her in any private, unapproved places)? Absolutely.
I have more I'm sure. I feel like I'm in an introspective funk right now where I am just caught up in feeling like I need to go on a self-improvement binge. Not a pity party, just a pregnant woman's hormonal take on the world around her. At least I haven't called my mom crying at all this pregnancy about how one day this kid is going to have to come out and who thought THAT was a good idea :)