In no longer than 8 weeks, baby number three will join our family. That is the scheduled date for now. I could go into labor prior to that, but it will be no later than then.
I am over being pregnant. But not ready for a new baby either. I am stuck in some sort of weird limbo land. My Six Pack (what I call the girls from high school that have managed to remain my friends after............a long enough time) gave me a shower over the weekend. It was sweet and overwhelming. Overwhelming in the sense that, "Oh my, a real live baby is coming." No turning back now right? And now I have this pile of baby stuff and I look at it and wonder what I am going to do with another child. On a side note, these girls have great taste and sense and their thinking of us and doing this for us has deeply touched me.
I have discovered there is such a thing as prepartum depression. It is called antenatal depression. How strange....I figure the shock of it happening so soon is what is still catching me off guard. By my account, once the baby is six months old I will be ready.
I missed taking a picture last week. I am beginning to bloat badly now. I gained too much weight again. I have a feeling a portion of it is retaining water. I no longer have ankles. Yikes. We are at appointments every two weeks now. About four more of those and we will be done.
The final countdown is on. The weather is cooling off and I know that means falls in near. As well as the birth of this baby.
I am over being pregnant. But not ready for a new baby either. I am stuck in some sort of weird limbo land. My Six Pack (what I call the girls from high school that have managed to remain my friends after............a long enough time) gave me a shower over the weekend. It was sweet and overwhelming. Overwhelming in the sense that, "Oh my, a real live baby is coming." No turning back now right? And now I have this pile of baby stuff and I look at it and wonder what I am going to do with another child. On a side note, these girls have great taste and sense and their thinking of us and doing this for us has deeply touched me.
I have discovered there is such a thing as prepartum depression. It is called antenatal depression. How strange....I figure the shock of it happening so soon is what is still catching me off guard. By my account, once the baby is six months old I will be ready.
I missed taking a picture last week. I am beginning to bloat badly now. I gained too much weight again. I have a feeling a portion of it is retaining water. I no longer have ankles. Yikes. We are at appointments every two weeks now. About four more of those and we will be done.
The final countdown is on. The weather is cooling off and I know that means falls in near. As well as the birth of this baby.
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