And maybe part of it is that I made it to 39.5 weeks with Paisley, so I assume that the same would happen again. Part may be that, mentally, I really need to know that I have 9 more days with just Paisley. Yep, seems short but it's still 9 days. And each and every day lately has been super precious to me.
We just can't get the feeling that we're ready this time around. I don't know if it's because I've been there, done that and I know how flippin' hard it was. Maybe it's because we already have our plate pretty full so the thought of adding more is just too overwhelming. Remember, I'm not the mom who loves having a newborn. Yes, they're cute and sweet. But they're also an incredible amount of work and postpartum recovery for me wasn't necessarily pretty.
|At a wedding last night. She danced until midnight!!!|
The infant seat is still in the closet. My bags are still sitting there with it. And I keep pretending that this pregnancy will never actually end. And I kinda wish it didn't have to. Knowing that I will never feel that sweet movement again makes me feel super sad. But I have to remember that I'm incredibly fortunate to have had this experience twice. And that I'll soon be able to see my ankles again.