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.
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.
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.
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)