Let the countdown begin. I can honestly say, I am not ready. Not even close. So as we enter crunch time, it's time to get the room ready, my bag packed, and hopefully Andy and I will be ready for D-Day.
I guess I really can't blame Andy for the lack of preparing because it really is me. Yes, I said it. I am so anxious for the newest arrival, but apart of me isn't quite ready. I mean, it has been the 4 of us for 5 years, 7 months, and 20 days. Anna will no longer be the baby, ok, she hasn't been the baby for quite a few years, but she is my baby. Just like Grace has always been my BIG girl. The baby will be taking over Anna's room, and that just upsets me. How can I take down the Superman wall stickers that cover her room and slap a coat of paint on it as if it isn't Anna's room. It doesn't seem fair. I mean, I can't even see the screen as I type without my tears blurring my vision. What do I do? Suck it up and be an adult??? That would be my advice to someone else. I don't want to suck it up. I just want to sit her a while, and think of my girls.
I am reminded of the upcoming arrival everyday. Just yesterday, I started cramping, and it really hasn't subsided much. Cramping through the night, and this morning. Probably just Braxton-Hicks, but a steady reminder of what is ahead. I am thrilled to be blessed with another child because this is just another chapter in the book of my life. I am definitely not ready for the THE END. But as this chapter prepares to begin, another one ends. I am in a melancholy mood.
All in all everything with this preggo has been fine, the doctor's visits are uneventful. I go back to doctor on Monday, and then every week. My stats from the last visit go a little like this:
- Weight: +4lbs - up 17lbs total
- BP: 120/70
- Baby's heartbeat: 130s
So that's it for me,
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