and as of 3 minutes ago... I'm freaking out.
Like... today is my last day of work and I'm due in 9 days. I had Griffin 7 days early. Holy eff balls.
I also have about 5 unfinished blog posts that I'm too lazy to attach pictures to, for all of you who read this (courtney), we've already discussed and I texted you photos. So I'm basically cought up.
I also tried to go back and see if there were any "tipping" points where I KNEW G was coming, but didn't know it... you know, to prepare myself? Apparently no. It was a complete shocker.
We finally have this (sometimes) figured out. How do we go backwards? I still remember that giving birth hurt like a mofo. I still love G more than anything in the world. How do I up that? is he going to revert to being a baby when this kid comes? Will I stop calling him "this kid" and start calling him Meyer?
It just doesn't seem real. This pregnancy has flown by. I am sad that with #2 you don't sit around and treasure it as much as with #1 (if you are a sub par mom like me, that is.)
So, I'm either going to be posting like mad next week. or not. Because I have a baby. Or because I'm chasing a 2.5 year old who is on spring break. Or because I'm getting a pedicure. And a massage. And an epidural.