With a month or so left, I’m starting to get freaked out. Nothing is done so it starts this week…painting the nursery, putting the crib and dressers together, washing clothes, finding baby stuff in the garage. Tom is going to try and take Thursday and Friday off.
I just keep thinking it could be two weeks…it could be two weeks…!!!!!!!!! And to top it off, I’m more paranoid about this birth than the first one where I was completely clueless. I’m afraid of being early again (or even earlier). I’m paranoid of my water breaking somewhere inconvenient or at an inconvenient time (like having to call our friends to take Owen in the middle of the night). I’m paranoid I’ll have actual contractions and it will be worse than last time. I’m afraid the epidural will get screwed up again.
And on and on.
Oh dear! Wish I was there to hold your hand! And watch Owen while you run circles. It’ll all work out, I know you know that, but it will be okay. If you have to call Mitchells in the middle of the night, so be it. It’s a one-time thing. You’ll probably have lots of warning, just try to relax (I know!) and put your faith in the Lord. He IS watching over you.