Tomorrow is B-Day.

I made it.  Tomorrow I am getting this baby out of me and will be DONE being pregnant (for a while, at least).  Up until about a week ago when people would ask me if I was ready to have Molly here my response has been, “Not exactly… she’s pretty dang easy to take care of in here… nice and quiet, sleeps, no dirty diapers or crying spells….”  But I’ve hit my limit.  I haven’t slept well several nights in a row, there is no such thing as a comfortable position anymore (whether sitting, standing, or lying down), my stomach is unbearably itchy 24-7 from my skin stretching farther than it’s ever stretched before (woop-woop! Tankini Club for life!), and I know I’ve whined about it before… but the heartburn.  Seriously… this girl better have freaking Rapunzel length locks for the intensity of the heartburn I’ve experienced this time.  As you can see, I’m over it.  O-V-E-R it. Get her out. Get her out now!

But then… my emotions sway quickly and seamlessly in the other direction and I become a ball of anxiety and mixed emotions about bringing home another baby.  I feel guilty for how we are about to rock Kaden’s world.  Last night as I read him books and rocked him before bedtime, I was a complete mess thinking about how he’s no longer going to be the baby or the center of our attention.  I know in the long run it will be so great for him to have a sister so close in age and to have to learn to share my attention and be more patient with getting what he wants.  But today… I’m sad that it’s his last day as my “baby.”  I think about how easy it is right now to get out of the house, get plenty of sleep, and basically do whatever we want with only one easy kid. We have our routines and I like them.  And I’m also reminded of how I’ve never been very good at dealing with change… and bringing home a second child is a major life change.

So, for these reasons and then some… you could say I’m so ready to meet our daughter tomorrow (and eat some Mexican food without my esophagus turning into the fiery pits of hell afterward), but I’m also slightly apprehensive about how life’s about to turn upside down.  Any of you mothers of two close-in-age kids out there have any words of wisdom? I’m all ears (and big belly)…:)

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