I feel like I’m about to burst. Not really my belly, but all of my emotions are about to bubble over and get the best of me. I feel like I could cry in frustration over the nursery not being put together AT ALL. I feel like I could cry in excitement and shock because in just 10 weeks, TEN WEEKS, we will be having our second child. Wasn’t I just peeing on a stick (okay, several sticks)? Wasn’t I just crying in the bathroom because the lines kept getting darker with each day?
Baby Boy moves all over the place, and can recognize our voices. With DH’s new work schedule, he gets home in the morning and will get into bed while I sleep, put his hand on my belly, and talk to Baby. I don’t actually witness this, but I know from many other times that he will push and kick with Daddy’s hand there, and do some heavy pushing once he takes his hand away. It’s like he’s searching for him, and it’s absolutely precious.
When does the final countdown begin? We know we’re having a c-section, and we’ll hopefully be scheduling the exact day and time here soon. Does it start now? With 8 weeks left? 4 weeks left?
There’s so much that needs done between now and then!
– We ordered our crib from Walmart, so it will need put together… but not before we completely empty the nursery and vacuum
– We need to clean the entire car out and install the car seat.
– Wash baby clothes. I’m surprisingly very anxious to do this and fold all the little onesies, sleepers, and outfits.
– Prepare freezer meals
– Buy breast pump replacement parts, freezer storage bags, and read the instruction book a million times
– Why am I drawing a blank?!
There’s obviously more, but I just can’t think of it. I’m thinking of holding our new baby, smelling that ‘new baby smell’, seeing my oldest son hold his new baby brother (awww!), wrapping him in soft blankets, and thanking God for everything he’s given us.
We’re getting close. I’m scared. I’m nervous. Can we do this? Are we ready?