I am surround by family who are all expecting babies. Most are on # 3, that was just half way for me. I would get major baby pangs just being around newborns. I loved being pregnant. I loved all the movement and rolling in my belly. I loved the anticipation of what this little being would be like. I was always lucky Sanj and I were on the same page.
Now I am actually allergic to newborns. They make me fell like I am going to get a rash. I feel like I can’t breathe. When I hold one… my arms feel weak. And then there is the cry…. when I hear the cry I just want to go and hug the mom.
Guess I am done. Now the fear of a oops is so not funny. People love telling me stories along the lines of …”I have a friend who had 6 boy and then the 7th was a girl!” Or “I know someone that had 5 boys… and then oop happened and she had twin boys in her 40s.” SO NOT FUNNY! I don’t really like these stories and or even see the need for them!
There is a season for every thing. I loved pregnancy, labour not so much, babies were heaven. That was a season. The leaves are changing colors.
I am ready! Bring on the teen years. Ok I am really not ready for it yet but what choice do we have?
Moodiness, craziness… I love you, I hate you, I am sorry, I forgive you… Bring it on.
All of you that are pregnant, changing diapers and waking up at night… enjoy the season. It is so special.
And congratulations … better you than me. 🙂