Final Countdown
We're in the Final Countdown for Baby Number Two. The "official" due date is still twenty days away, but only Dos can decide when to make his grand entrance.
I've started feeling some of those small signs that we're getting close, which makes me crazy, since there are still a few things that I need to finish before I'm "ready." Packing my bag for the hospital is next on my To-Do list. That WILL get done this weekend.
I'm getting very tired very quickly these days, which also makes me crazy. I've spent the past few months being very productive. Now, giving my son a bath pretty much sucks the life out of me. The extra 34 pounds means I'm walking around winded, when I'm actually able to get up and walk at all.
I had dreams of going to the gym every day until I went into labor. I did pretty well for most of the pregnancy. At seven months, I was still working out pretty hard. The past two months, though, I've either been sick or exhausted, or both. I can't remember the last time I went to the gym. I doubt you'll catch me at the pool anytime this summer. I don't think my kid will come out a size 2T, so that's quite a few pounds that I'll actually have to work off. I HOPE my kid doesn't come out a size 2T. Dear God.
That's the other thing. I know I've done this before and chances are things will be fine, but I'm starting to freak out about the whole delivery thing. I almost think it's worse this time than last, just because I know what to expect. Last time was pretty brutal. I'm in much better physical shape this pregnancy, but still, you never know.
The recovery can also be quite brutal. It certainly was the first go-round, but this time, I'll have two little guys to take care of. I'm scared I'll lose my marbles trying to nurture my boys and get my poor body back to "normal."
I'm also anxious about how my four-year-old will adjust to the baby. I think he'll eventually be a great big brother, but there's going to be a period of time when it rocks his little world. I just hope I have the strength to help him through it, so he knows I still love him as much as ever.
So, tonight, I'm going to go to my neighborhood Drunco gathering completely sober. I'm going to enjoy the company of a bunch of strong and supportive women who will hopefully pump me up for the task ahead. And, I'm going to hope that Dos decides to come some time between the time I get my hospital bag packed and May 15th, not a day later.
I've started feeling some of those small signs that we're getting close, which makes me crazy, since there are still a few things that I need to finish before I'm "ready." Packing my bag for the hospital is next on my To-Do list. That WILL get done this weekend.
I'm getting very tired very quickly these days, which also makes me crazy. I've spent the past few months being very productive. Now, giving my son a bath pretty much sucks the life out of me. The extra 34 pounds means I'm walking around winded, when I'm actually able to get up and walk at all.
I had dreams of going to the gym every day until I went into labor. I did pretty well for most of the pregnancy. At seven months, I was still working out pretty hard. The past two months, though, I've either been sick or exhausted, or both. I can't remember the last time I went to the gym. I doubt you'll catch me at the pool anytime this summer. I don't think my kid will come out a size 2T, so that's quite a few pounds that I'll actually have to work off. I HOPE my kid doesn't come out a size 2T. Dear God.
That's the other thing. I know I've done this before and chances are things will be fine, but I'm starting to freak out about the whole delivery thing. I almost think it's worse this time than last, just because I know what to expect. Last time was pretty brutal. I'm in much better physical shape this pregnancy, but still, you never know.
The recovery can also be quite brutal. It certainly was the first go-round, but this time, I'll have two little guys to take care of. I'm scared I'll lose my marbles trying to nurture my boys and get my poor body back to "normal."
I'm also anxious about how my four-year-old will adjust to the baby. I think he'll eventually be a great big brother, but there's going to be a period of time when it rocks his little world. I just hope I have the strength to help him through it, so he knows I still love him as much as ever.
So, tonight, I'm going to go to my neighborhood Drunco gathering completely sober. I'm going to enjoy the company of a bunch of strong and supportive women who will hopefully pump me up for the task ahead. And, I'm going to hope that Dos decides to come some time between the time I get my hospital bag packed and May 15th, not a day later.
Labels: Motherhood, Pregnancy
