The weeks are just flying by. Every time I look up it's another weekend, another week closer to our newcomer arriving. I have such mixed feelings about it. Of course I'm excited...meeting our child...getting to know his personality and how different he is from Erin. But I also have to figure out how to be a mom of two...and a mom to a boy. How to juggle two different eating and sleeping schedules at the same time and still find time for my own eating and sleeping (wait, do I get to do those things?).
It was different with the first. In the weeks leading up to it, you are clouded with rosy glasses on what it will be like to have a newborn baby. You daydream of all these wonderful scenarios of how great it will be. But at the same time, you are terrified of the unknown.
Now I'm terrified of the known. I know what it's like to be sleep deprived and so unbelievably irritated and impatient with everything that is not going just right. In the first few days crying at the slightest thing, or for no good reason except pure exhaustion. To be honest it's just not that much fun at all. I get sleepy just thinking about it.
It's hard not to dwell on only the negative. They are pretty darn cute and light to tote around. As they grow, they easily become your best friend. Someone you can't see yourself living without. And now I get two of them.
He will be here in a few short weeks, ready or not.
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