For the last few weeks, I’ve had the annoying experience of “The Final Countdown” (that awful song from one of the Rocky movie soundtracks) playing on repeat in my head. It’s only fitting. With only three short days to go until my C-section and birth of our son, I’m nervous, excited, and to be perfectly honest…scared sh*tless.
Most of my fear stems from the unknown. Will Tanner be healthy? Will he be a good baby? Will my surgery/recovery go smoothly? Will he let us sleep? Will Josh and I be able to handle the pressure of our growing family? Will Jorryn behave and be a good big sister to him or will we have to build him a baby cage for protection? The list goes on and on.
This morning I woke up at 5AM and couldn’t go back to sleep. My busy brain just kept reeling and my nearly 39-week-preggo body was aching in protest of my little “passenger.” But the end is near and though I’m freaking out a little, I’m also beyond ready to meet my son.
This may well be my last post for a while…until things settle down, at least. I’m off to enjoy my final few days “alone” with my sweet little girl, to toss some outstanding items in my hospital bag, and to try to sneak in a couple more naps and put my feet up while I still know the meaning of the word “rest.” Until next time, wish us luck!
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