A Love I Never Knew Before I Had Children
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I’m so tired lately. I’m definitely in the end part of this pregnancy… the part that makes you wish you’d never be pregnant again and that you would just have the baby already… I think mother nature does this to us to make us so miserable that we WANT to have the baby and get it out…Maybe it makes us care a little less about how bad it hurts to have the baby, just so long as we get it out!
Lynne had her baby and I’ll admit. I’m jealous. She’s a week ahead of me (36 weeks) and she had her baby! Me on the other hand, I went to 41 freaking weeks with Maddi and was MISERABLE at the end. No fun at all. I couldn’t walk. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. I was just miserable. I wanted Maddi OUT! I tried everything and NOTHING worked!!!
I can’t wait to meet my little boy though. I’m excited for him. I’m betting he looks a lot like Maddi. Physically, Dan and I both look fairly European, so I doubt we’ll have anything BUT another blond hair blue eyed cutie pie! I seriously can’t wait to meet him.
I remember, the night of Maddi’s birth, I was laying down on my back, and I kind of tucked her in my arm and I fell asleep with her laying there, and I would wake up startled, several times because she was so quiet and she didn’t cry. It scared me! I would wake up terrified that she wasn’t breathing, but she was just fine. She just snuggled up to me and slept. I don’t think anything can ever compare to that feeling. That night… was one of the most magical nights of my life. I never felt such an immense amount of love for another person as I did when I laid with her all night. Sometimes I miss it. The only time she really cuddles with me now, is when she’s sick or incredibly groggy.
I’m 35 weeks. 36 weeks on Saturday. Daniel will be here anytime. I don’t think he’ll wait till May, but he’s going to wait until at least the end of April. Maybe I’ll have him on Verna’s mom’s birthday! Wouldn’t that be ironic!
Anyways… I’m just excited. I have a lot of contractions, but they’re just a sign that things are progressing. Progression is good… as uncomfortable as progression may be. It’s a necessary and good thing. And I can’t wait to meet him. Neither can his daddy or his big sister (as much as she may be jealous!)