One month. 31 days.
(Well, give or take a few days, but you know what I mean.)
It's hard to even believe how close we're getting to the due date. I'm beyond excited to meet this little thing that has taken up residency in my belly for the last 8 months. I'm excited to find out if we're giving Brooke a brother or a sister. I'm so excited to introduce her to the baby and watch their relationship blossom. And I'm excited to bring him or her home and figure out how to integrate a newborn into the craziness we already have going on in here (because, trust me, we have not figured this out yet.)
I'd be lying if I said I was as mentally prepared for this baby as I was the first time. With Brooke, her impending arrival was all I ever thought about. Now? Well, let's just say I have a few million things to distract me these days. With Brooke, I only had happy (possibly naive) notions about what life with a newborn would be like. Well, I'm not naive anymore. Despite the sleepless fog I was in those first few weeks (coughmonthscough) that she was here, I remember exactly what it was like. So the thought of having a newborn & a toddler at the same time is slightly overwhelming. (Not to mention that the toddler has waaay more personality than should fit into a body that small.) And I'm also filled with a bit of anxiety over how I'll give each child the right amount of attention, the amount each deserves.
Despite all of this, I'm ready. I'm sooo ready for this baby. (And it has nothing to do with the fact that I'm stick-a-fork-in-me-I'm-DONE being pregnant. Promise.)
One month. 31 days. Let's do this.
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