Guys, when does it end??? Also, I’m not quite sure I’m ready for it to end.
I can’t make up my mind: what do I want more? To get this ever-kicking child out of my stomach (and ribs) or to keep him in there until I’m ready (aka, until the nursery, my schedule and my fear of labor are in check)?
The last few weeks always seem so funny to me. You are so uncomfortable, you’re so excited, and I for one at least am so scared. I’m scared of labor (I thought the second time I’d be more prepared, but I’m still terrified). I’m scared of the ‘new mom phase’, meaning no sleep, sore nipples and raging hormones. I’m scared of the changing family dynamic and how my sweet little Jagger’s world is about to be rocked.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m also BEYOND excited. I’m excited to meet our little man. I’m excited to not be pregnant. I’m excited to spend the coming weeks in our newborn cocoon of snuggles and naps.
I just don’t know which I’m more of. Scared or excited. Ultimately it doesn’t matter, this little dude is coming (on his own schedule) whether I’m ready or not.
On that note, you guys might be hearing/seeing less of me for a while when this kiddo decides to make an appearance. I promise I will be back and that you’re in the most amazing of hands. Our team and contributors are the best, I say with zero bias. Enjoy getting to know the amazing ladies who are building Motherlucker with me!