So, for 39+ weeks now, I have been begging God to make time go as fast as possible so that we could get to that blessed 40 week mark and I could be done being pregnant. The problem is, I was so focused on the "not being pregnant" part that I really hadn't been preparing myself for the "having another child" part. This fact hit me a week or so ago, and quite frankly, I'm scared to death.
I never thought I'd say this, but I sort of want to stay pregnant for a little while longer. My mind is now being bombarded with memories of those first few awful weeks of bringing home a newborn (a fact that no one warns you about, by the way). The pain. The sleeplessness. The hormones. Trying to figure out this new little creature that you have to take care of for at least 18 years. Of course it gets better, and of course I love being a mom, and of course I'll love my new daughter. But still, I'm freaking out.
But alas, the end is near. My prayers have finally been answered, and the 40th week is only a week away. I could use some encouragement, and some tips from those who have survived having multiple children. And prayers, please. Lots of prayers.
Probably the next time I post something it will be an update on my new little baby girl. When I say that, I get excited.
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