I feel huge. My hips ache. My ankles are perpetually swollen. I can't sleep for more than a few hours at a time. I find it very hard to focus at work. But yet...I am not ready for the Peanut to be born. As much as I'd like my body back (sort of, I'll be breastfeeding so it won't totally be mine), I know I can handle Peanut where he is. Safe in my belly. Now that we have the room ready, the spring cleaning done, and the car seat installed, there is not much for me to do except obsess over how I am possibly going to handle caring for this little, fragile being.
I know it will be fine. We'll figure it out. And I can't wait to meet the little guy (or gal). But yet...
On a less scary note, how cute is the baby's room? Chelsea made the quilt, Christina and Amanda made the hippo and elephant...and as for the bright green dinosaur, well, Peanut has his/her Uncle Andy to thank for that.
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