Only a few more weeks to go. I have so many blog posts rumbling around in my head…about how hard it is to accept help, about how I keep from yelling at my ever-more-frustrating threenager, and about how much I love this little girl who is about to join our family.
But alas, I’m spending my free time sleeping these days. I forgot how hard the last few weeks of pregnancy are and my hat is off (once again) to pregnant women everywhere.
I’m done. So very pregnant and uncomfortable. So ready to be full-term and for a little girl who will hopefully come just a smidge before Christmas. I’m nervous about all the big changes about to rock our family. But I’m also really good – calm, prepared, letting go of my need to have everything perfect, and feeling *normal*. Any mom who has suffered with PPD, antenatal depression, or anxiety will understand how valuable normal is. It’s a beautiful thing.
So I’m trying to soak up these last few weeks – because this will be our last baby – and I will miss moments like this: