Baby boy’s due date is fast approaching. Three weeks from today I’ll be a mommy of 2. It’s kind of incredible. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. It seems likes the past 9 months simultaneously flew by and crawled by.
Photo Credits: Noelle Soroka Photography My mom said something to me the other day that really struck me. She noticed that I’ve been really happy lately. Even through the pregnancy discomforts, I’ve been pretty relaxed and upbeat. (Which isn’t always like me. I can be a stressed crazy lady sometimes.) And she’s right. I’ve been really content, way down deep in my soul. I feel blessed, and like I’m right where I’m should be. And, the truth is, I’m not really worried about having a second child in the house. Maybe that sounds really naive to those of you with more than one kid. Maybe I’m in for the shock of my life when this little bundle of joy arrives and I’ll be tearing my hair out on a daily basis. Only time will tell.
But, I’m pretty realistic about what the baby will bring. This time, I not only know there will be sleepless nights and rough days when no one eats or listens or does anything other than cry, including mommy, I understand exactly what that means. And, I’m so much more prepared. You can’t really understand exhaustion before you have kids. And, pre-children, you can’t really understand the fact that, after you have a baby, there is always something you should be doing. Sure you can sit on the couch and watch tv, but there’s probably a mountain of laundry or dirty bottles or something (or even someone) waiting for your attention. Your time isn’t really your own anymore.