I’m about three weeks away from having my third child, a desperately hoped and prayed for little girl. I’m terrified and I’m excited. I’m tired. My little Beau has started hugging me and telling me he loves me, just today. I’m worried about his transition from being the youngest child to the middle child. I have a hard time imagining him as a middle child. I’m worried about how bringing another child into my family will change everything forever. Not only that, I’m worried about how it will change my relationships with many other people as well. I’m scared of the labor hurting or going badly. I’m trying to hold onto these last few days with my boys, just being the boys, and at the same time wishing they would pass quickly (the days…not my boys!) I’m worried about not being able to make it out to my family reunion…it’s not a regret I want to have. At the same time, I’m worried about going all the way to California with a brand new baby.
I decided to let all these thoughts out of my head, because I know I’m not alone in thinking them, and I wanted it to be okay to talk about things like that here. I also know that despite how everything changes, it will all be okay (or I blindly choose to believe that, I’m not sure which one yet… *wink*) If there’s anything I’ve forgotten, let me know… just kidding!