Ok, last post about being pregnant.... like, ever. I think.
Because I'm hitting the 39 weeks mark, which means I'm almost at 10 months pregnant (yeah, who says 9 months.. because, really?!... no.).
And, I'm ready.
Which seems like a loaded statement.
Ready.
But for once, I'm feeling totally psyched for this whole labour and deliver out your prize experience.
(Last night I thought I was even maybe starting in to things with some fun cramping.. and got so full of adrenaline about the thought of it being 'go time' that I was shaking.
Of course, nothing in the end).
But I'm really eager and excited and delighted about the thought of holding this little girl soooon! The fears I had before about 'not knowing how we can handle another' or 'how do I even do this baby thing again' have been replaced with a peace and joy about embracing all that craziness again. We'll call that a spiritual makeover since I couldn't muster that up myself.
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Sure, I still feel like I don't know how to handle our *epic* emotional erupting 4 year old most days... and our sweet 2 year old is discovering how to throw it down in his own way now... but I'm ready for a baby!
Maybe the toddler stage is what's getting me all the more eager for a wee lil' darling...
Because some days parenting tends to feel like you're running up a downward escalator, or playing an endless game of whack-a-mole at the carnival. The messes, the tantrums, the downright crazy chaos of the moments.
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But when the day is done, and those little ones snuggle in and want one last hug and kiss... and think: I don't want to miss this... because I will. miss. this. when they are grown and gone.
And it's then that the toddler stage is what's getting me all the more eager for a wee lil' darling... because I now see how quickly they grow, and I want one more chance to savour that tiny bundle of crazy//love.
mama Mel ;o)
