I overheard a woman commenting on my double stroller filled up with two kiddies and she added (not realizing she was within earshot), "and she's about to have another one!!!" I guess I must be quite the site wandering the halls of the mall with a belly hanging practically between my knees and pushing the diapered duo around...I don't care.
I woke up in tears this morning (rare, it usually waits until after breakfast). I hadn't even gotten out of bed, in fact I was resisting it very much--getting out of bed, that is. But, (and I'll once again blame it on the 'mones--aka hormones) I just felt a wave of overwhelmedness (okay not really a word) as what was about to enter our lives. Seth was needing breakfast, Lucy was needing help out of her crib, Craig was tired (just getting over a bout with the Rota virus), and I just needed to stay there under the sheets. Do you ever feel overrun? I mean, like your life is being run by everyone but the person living it?
I let some of the kid duty slip into Craig's lap the first part of the day and took some time to "regroup" my senses and let my sensibilities gain composure--the perfect job for a Target run. In actuality, I have enjoyed these last days of pregnancy. I thought by now I would have had the baby so all my ducks are already in a row and standing at attention. I have enjoyed the "free" time on my hands and still having free hands!! Since both will soon be snatched away come labor time.
Hopefully, my next post will be pictures and reports of a newborn.