I can't believe I am coming up on the last three weeks of this pregnancy! Yay!
Wait - no! I'm not ready!
Ok, I can't wait to meet her, but I am not ready to be a mom of three. I don't know that I ever will be though, and at this point it is inevitable, so I guess I'll just jump in feet first into deep water and acclimate as fast as I can!
After all, lots of other moms have done it - some with kids even closer in age than mine, and some with more than three kids altogether. So if they can do it, so can I!
I think most of my panic is knowing I only have limited time to finish certain things before the insanity begins. Like filing our taxes! Gulp. I really should get on that, huh?
But all that stress and worry and panic fades when I actually think about snuggling up a newborn under my chin again. Aaaaaah, there is nothing else like it on earth and it is such an amazing experience that in the moment, I would easily agree to have 15 children. Newborn baby smell must interfere with rational thought processes. Someone should scientifically prove that, because I am pretty sure it is true. I mean, I fully acknowledge, after having two children, how much work adding a third is going to be, yet all I have to do is think about having her in my arms and I forget. I forget all about temper tantrums, throwing food on the floor, dirty diapers, runny noses, back sassing, shoving siblings, and running late for everything by at least 15 minutes.
Yup, all I have to do is close my eyes and remember the first time I held my firstborn in my arms, and all of a sudden I am bawling with sentimentality and spouting about how amazingly wonderful children are! And you know what? Despite all the not-so-fun part of raising children, each child is still oh-so amazingly wonderful. Thank God for each and every one of them.
