I realize you are probably sick to death of my details about this pregnancy, so I apologize, but it seems to be consuming my thoughts lately--go figure. These various ideas have been running through my head over and over:
It seems extremely surreal that by this time tomorrow I should have a newborn baby boy--that my husband I created--to hold and admire.
I worry now about how I'm going to do everything that seemed so easy to do with two kids. That nursing thing takes up a lot of time in the beginning if I remember correctly.
I'm loving the name Eli more and more everytime I hear it. I don't know how anyone can wait till the last minute to pick a name because I have to really feel it. I don't know how else to explain it. I don't want "buyer's remorse" with a name.
I worry most about how Owen is going to deal with this. Ryanna is well aware of what's going on, but I don't know that Owen gets it. When I tell him there's a baby in my tummy, he lifts up his own shirt, points to his belly and says, "baby in my tummy."
There are, of course, those last minute-you have no control over it, but you still think about it-thoughts--"What if the baby isn't okay?" etc. I don't worry about myself, just the baby.
I worry that I didn't give Owen enough time to be "the baby." I think it'll be great that he'll have a sibling close to his age. I hope he always feels that way.
My mom and I went shopping for some last minute stuff today and it was really hard to avoid the pull of the cute, little newborn outfits, so we didn't try very hard to resist. My mom seriously spoils me and my kids when she visits. We love every second of it.
Well, next time I post, there will be plenty of pictures for you to view this baby in all his glory. I have less than 11 hours till I report to the hospital...