THIRTY FOUR WEEKS HAS COME! 34? Really, can it be 34 already?
I decided for a front on shot this week. I wanted you to see the basketball I am sporting. And yes, that is my new iphone. And yes, the cover does match my outfit. And yes, my closet is a mess. Oh, and YES I love my new phone.
I also wanted to share with you a little sneak peek of Sloane’s room…
There is still lots left to do in there before I show you any more, but I finally have his crib (which actually use to be Bent’s crib) in the room.
One part of me is soooo excited about getting this pregnancy behind me. You know I am not a fan of pregnancy. The puffy face. The melasma. The extra weight. The swollen feet. The limited wardrobe. The back pain. Etc, etc, etc.
I am not trying to be un-grateful here ladies, because trust me, I have suffered pregnancy loss and it’s not easy. I am THANKFUL beyond belief for my healthy little boy, but a girl is allowed to vent every now and then, right?
So, here I am, plus my 23 lbs of baby,….and I am venting.
The other part of me is extremely not ready for this baby to arrive. My life was just settling in with TWO children. I JUST started to get comfortable learning how to divide my attention between TWO. And now there’s gonna be THREE? Who talked me in to this anyway (ahem-husband)?
I’m feeling overwhelmed with anxiety on how I will ever handle this. Bents is still just a baby. He is only 15 months. He still needs my attention at all times. He still needs to be held. How will I choose who to hold when the baby comes? Will it be Sloane? Will it be Bents? And then I worry about poor P Man. He will just have to be on his own. And he is kinda needy sometimes. He loves to cuddle. He loves to be carried. He loves my attention too.
The thought of it alone is stressing me out. I know it’s doable. I know people of WAY more than 3 kids total. But, really, that idea seems crazy to me right now.
Not to mention that I am BEYOND emotional lately. Can you say, Thank You Very Much Pregnancy Hormones? You can go screw yourself right about now.
I just left my bosses office in tears. Yes, that is correct, I cried in my bosses office. Isn’t that just lovely?
I would really like to exit this emotional side show STAT.
Please and thank you.
All I have to say, is thank GOD for parents that live less than a mile away.