The other day I was all bugged because I was so dang uncomfortable and feeling huge. I kept thinking I wasn't far along enough in my pregnancy to be feeling like this, and then it dawned on me: At some point without noticing, I have entered the THIRD TRIMESTER!
This led to all sorts of other epiphanies and minor freak-outs.
1) I have just over 10 weeks to get ready for this little girl. This caused me to make a list of my top 10 sewing projects that I hope to get done before baby comes. (And other goals... but mostly sewing projects).
2) I only have 10 weeks left of just one kid!! I really am freaking out quite a bit about this. I can meet the needs of one child rather adequately while also taking care of myself and the household, but can I do 2? I mean, it is the little logistics like: what do I do with the tiny one while I'm taking 15 minutes to rock the big one to sleep? Will I ever shower again? How am I supposed to run errands with a car seat and a tantrum-y toddler that may or may not sit in the cart when asked?
3) I still haven't found a pediatrician I like and I don't like my baby doctor place either. I only get to birth this baby once and I really want it to go well. I wish I could have my Utah or Vegas baby people here in Connecticut. Why are all the other birth hippies in the west?
4) I need a bigger freezer so the meals I make now won't go bad and I can take a break from thinking about food when I'm adjusting to life with 2 babies.
5) I need a bigger budget so I can get all the things I need/want and worry less about paying stupid east coast doctor/hospital bills.
And so on, and so on. I'm such a worryer. It's in my genes. I wish I could trade in some worries for excitement. I am excited to hold and snuggle a little baby girl. I've been watching older videos of little Wesley and getting really excited for another little tiny. One thing I remember from my BYU (or high school) science class is that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. I feel like right now for every excited feeling about this baby, there is an equal and opposite anxious feeling.
So basically, I need some advice and reassurance. People all over the world have more than 1 kid and survive it and usually even thrive. I know it can be done... So please let me know your secrets! Any tips for letting go of the fear and anxiety?
And to end on a high note, here's a super adorable picture of two of my most favorite people.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
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3 comments:
Grandma Lula says "it will all come naturally, just go with the flow or don't stress out. Babies will live no matter what happens."
My motherly advice is "go with the flow, roll with the punches, and keep telling yourself, this too shall pass. Just enjoy them because they grow up so fast. Tell them and show them you love them every day, even though some days you won't! You will be an excellent mother of two! I considered myself super mom until I had baby #4. Lana did me in, or was it that I was Primary president at the same time?
Keep telling yourself every day "I can do this!"
You'll thrive. Protect your time with Eric, and don't forget we're close. Can't wait to meet her!
This won't help much, but I thought having one was harder than two. Well, the beginning of having two was hard, but then kid #1 figures life out and enjoys having a punching bag around after a little while. :) But kid #1 adjusts amazingly well, and you'll find that you just won't have the time to always do those little extra things they've come to expect, but then suddenly they won't need it anymore. Make sense? And baby #2 can always cry for a little bit while you tend to big brother.
Your natural worries are due to pregnancy and self-doubt--both of which will be shushed away once you have the baby out of you and can think clearly again. :) You'll be awesome, and you'll love it extra more this go round. hehehe
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