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Crossing the Finish Line

Since my caesarean has been scheduled for August 1st, somehow I've made up my mind that it will for sure, 100%, definitely be that day that our baby is born.  No chance in this world that I can go into labor early or need to be taken in before that date.  Like our doctor has notified God, nature, my cervix and this baby who is no doubt as stubborn as his/her big sister that nothing shall happen until our scheduled date.

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've been going to the Science Museum, play gym, the park, story time, movies, swimming, etc pretty much every day.  And I've LOVED every second of it.  I just want to soak up the time with us before this new one joins the party.   It's going to be hilarious when the nurses see my bikini tan lines during my surgery!

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.



Soon, we'll be a family of 4.  And we're all going to survive having an infant in the house again.  Just not until August 1st!!!

Comments

  1. I can't wait to "meet" the new baby! Hope you enjoy the last few days as a family of three!

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  2. First of all, Paisley looks adorable in that outfit! I love it! So fun! Secondly, I totally get it. I was NOT ready for Addy to come - for all the reasons you listed. I was sad to lose my time with just Jax, I knew I was already overwhelmed and could not handle another, and I knew it was my last (and really only) pregnancy and was sad to see it go. I still have pangs of sadness. I would love to do it again...but not the stuff after necessarily, lol! I CANNOT WAIT to "meet' this new little one! You will do great. If you remember, the hard newborn phase FLIES by - the thing about the second one is you get the benefit of having already done it, so you know all the hard parts don't linger - they fly by. Take care, hun!

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  3. I'm so excited for you guys!! I don't know from personal experience, but I've heard and watched and helped and yes at first it's tough, but it gets easier and it's so totally worth all the hard parts. If you're at all like any of my friends and what not, you're going to be totally relaxed and easy going. And if I remember correctly, Paisley wasn't a "difficult" baby but she doesn't sound like she was the MOST easy going, and you might have the world's most laid back baby this time around!!

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  4. Where did the time go?? I can't believe you're just a few days away from #2. Good luck and enjoy your time with Paisley.

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  5. I can't believe next week you'll be a mommy of 2!! eek!! I've probably said this before but I love your honesty and funny remarks on your blog! The newborn stage is hard... but if you need someone to come hold that sweet new baby when HE :) gets here, I'm available ;) Can't wait to see pics of your sweet little (big) one!

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