Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
We’re currently at 38 weeks and patiently waiting for Baby No. 3 to make his appearance. The girls were born at 35 weeks, so these are unchartered waters. Even though they were born early, I remember feeling like my body was at its end. This time around, even though I’m uncomfortable, I’m hanging in there.
At least physically.
My emotions seem a bit all over the place. Sometimes I’ll wake up in the middle of the night and be so excited at the thought of our new baby that I can’t fall back asleep. What will he be like? What will he look like? Will he have red hair like the girls? Or dark like his dad’s? Will he be a picky eater like Grace & Claire? Will he like to read? Will he be ornery?
And then other times, I feel terrified. I haven’t done this baby thing in so long. Will the exhaustion be too much? Will I still be the Mom I want to be to the girls? Will labor be excruciating?
And those are just the emotions I've given thought to. I’m also sensitive and grumpy mixed with spurts of overwhelming joy. It’s a roller coaster I wouldn’t mind getting off of.
But again, I’m hanging in there.
A few pictures of the family pre-baby arrival. We’ll have to do this again in 6 months to compare how much hair Scott and I have left.