Squeeze
So we have just over six weeks until the big arrival. I'm slightly overwhelmed. Oddly enough, not overwhelmed about six weeks from now, but about all that must happen between now and then.
It must be the second child syndrome. Pretty much the only preparation I have done for Baby Dolphin is to get my FMLA paperwork in order and wash a couple loads of baby clothes.
Nursery...still a guest room. Baby supplies & toys...somewhere packed away in the basement, hopefully not too musty but likely with a generous dusting of soot. Car seat...um...where did we put that?
By this point last time, Trey's room was complete, closet bursting with all-new Dreft-fresh clothes, blankets, sheets, etc. All the toys and equipment were cleaned and set up. Feeding supplies disinfected. Just waiting. Sometimes I'd go into his room, sit in the rocking chair, and try to imagine what it would be like when Trey came.
Yeah, not so much this time.
The irony is not lost. That for the first pregnancy, my practical preparation was meticulous, while I was about as mentally prepared as Wile E. Coyote crawling into a cannon to see why it didn't work. This time I know what to expect but can't seem to bring myself to get ready for it.
And thus is the squeeze. Like a boa constrictor.
Work is crazy busy. My boss is very uncomfortable with the amount of time I will be taking off and has been trying to encourage me to work during maternity leave. Bleh. Mental squeeze.
Trey is, well, very often being his new mood-swingy, rule-defying self and pushing me to limits beyond imagination. Emotional squeeze.
My 5'2" body stretched and swollen and aching all over with this gigantic baby, who I grow more in love with every day. Physical squeeze.
Nevertheless, we shall prepare. Don't really have a choice.
Though it's a little later in the game, we will prepare with the same love and (slightly more realistic) anticipation as we had with Trey.
Because, Baby Dolphin, we love you so much already. Unless somewhere down the road the Lord decides otherwise, you will complete our family. Bittersweet.
So even though the house will be an utter mess as we're getting ready for you, even though I no longer have ankles and can barely reach the sink to rinse dishes, we're soaking it up.
At this moment your whole precious life is before us. We know that time is fast and relentless, and while we can't wait to meet you, please take your time.
It must be the second child syndrome. Pretty much the only preparation I have done for Baby Dolphin is to get my FMLA paperwork in order and wash a couple loads of baby clothes.
Nursery...still a guest room. Baby supplies & toys...somewhere packed away in the basement, hopefully not too musty but likely with a generous dusting of soot. Car seat...um...where did we put that?
By this point last time, Trey's room was complete, closet bursting with all-new Dreft-fresh clothes, blankets, sheets, etc. All the toys and equipment were cleaned and set up. Feeding supplies disinfected. Just waiting. Sometimes I'd go into his room, sit in the rocking chair, and try to imagine what it would be like when Trey came.
Yeah, not so much this time.
The irony is not lost. That for the first pregnancy, my practical preparation was meticulous, while I was about as mentally prepared as Wile E. Coyote crawling into a cannon to see why it didn't work. This time I know what to expect but can't seem to bring myself to get ready for it.
And thus is the squeeze. Like a boa constrictor.
Work is crazy busy. My boss is very uncomfortable with the amount of time I will be taking off and has been trying to encourage me to work during maternity leave. Bleh. Mental squeeze.
Trey is, well, very often being his new mood-swingy, rule-defying self and pushing me to limits beyond imagination. Emotional squeeze.
My 5'2" body stretched and swollen and aching all over with this gigantic baby, who I grow more in love with every day. Physical squeeze.
Nevertheless, we shall prepare. Don't really have a choice.
Though it's a little later in the game, we will prepare with the same love and (slightly more realistic) anticipation as we had with Trey.
Because, Baby Dolphin, we love you so much already. Unless somewhere down the road the Lord decides otherwise, you will complete our family. Bittersweet.
So even though the house will be an utter mess as we're getting ready for you, even though I no longer have ankles and can barely reach the sink to rinse dishes, we're soaking it up.
At this moment your whole precious life is before us. We know that time is fast and relentless, and while we can't wait to meet you, please take your time.
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