7 weeks left of my life as I know it.
I like this life. A lot. Being uncomfortably pregnant, I can do without. But, the rest is pretty cool. Love being Ella's mom. Enjoy the time that I get to spend with her. So thankful that I am able to devote my days to listening to her talk, make jokes, be silly and grow. Like that Mike and I get time together to talk/go out/laugh. Love that we all have our little routines.
In a few short weeks....pfffttt....all those routines? Gone.
I guess what I am trying to say is that....I AM SCARED.
Scared of what? Scared of the delivery. (Especially now that I know what I am getting into....it ain't a joke, people.) Scared of the recovery. Scared of the sleepless nights. Well, maybe not scared, so much as...maybe dreading is a better word?
The trip to Babies R Us today to buy nursing pads and another Diaper Champ (along with $200 dollars worth of other essentials) did not help matters much. Ugh. I am back in nursing pads soon? Yes, those same nursing pads that are necessary so I don't look like someone shot me in both boobs with a water gun every few minutes. Wait, I am going to be nursing someone again soon? Whoa. Let's all slow down here...
Hanging out in the delivery room last weekend at Northside was an eye opener, too. All the monitors, the consent forms we had to sign for everything under the sun, the mirror to watch yourself pushing (WOW!) and just the smell of that place freaked me out. I was so ready to get out of there.
It's all just getting so close.
Can you hear my teeth chattering?
I can't wait to meet and fall in love with this little one. I am so thankful we get to have her. I am just scared/dreading the pain/exhaustion/blah/blah/blah of all that is involved with HAVING her. It's understandable, right? Right?