Bittersweet, Party Of One.

Seven days to go. A glorious seven days until I will have two children, until I am a mother of a newborn again, until my life as I know it, will be forever changed.

I can't help but have very bittersweet feelings. While every fiber in my body is so excited to meet her and have her here to hold and be a part of our family, I am struggling with my relationship as I know it with Noah. He is my pride; he is who I am; he is my rock and my life as I know it. He is what keeps me awake at night pondering how to be a better person. He is my favorite little man, and he will tell you that. What do I do when he is not my only child? What do I do when one baby NEEDS to be held and one little man wants to be held? As far as he has ever known, he has been my only child...now he has to share me. Moms of multiple children, how do you do it??!

Noah and I spent the whole day together today. It was perfect. He snuggled with me all morning. He gave me as many kisses as I wanted. He loved me and told me he loved me all day. It was absolutely Heaven sent to spend one more wonderful day together, just him and I.

So, here is to preparing for Little Miss' arrival. A week or less... here we go!

Before Tomorrow...

Before tomorrow's appointment, I should update you QUICKLY on last week's appointment. Last Tuesday, I had a baby appointment. I had prayed for a week straight with lots and lots of tears for sweet Little Miss to "flip". I needed her to not be breech. I needed her to do what she should - turn over and get into position.

Sadly, it consumed my every spare thought. I couldn't move past it. Looking back now, I attribute that to the fact that Noah's labor and delivery was a cake-walk. I didn't expect anything short of the exact same thing for her.

As soon as Furman (OB) walked in, I could feel my whole body get hot, preparing for the worst... BUT, as it turns out, Little Miss did EXACTLY what she was supposed to do. She turned. She flipped. She is a good little girl.

With a heavy sigh of relief, I changed my prayer for this week. I thanked the Good Lord regularly. I also prayed she stayed head down.

I have an appointment in the morning tomorrow. I will see if she is still doing just what she should.


Regardless of Little Miss' position, I am between 3 and 4 cm dilated and 80% effaced... practically active labor! I also hadn't gained any more weight. WHOOP.  I remember that towards the end with Noah; In fact, with him, I lost three pounds there at the end. Here is to hoping... but, my prayer is she is still head down, and making her way towards her grand entrance into this world. I am ready to meet my precious Little Miss.

Before Tomorrow..

Sweet Sentiments

Here are two things Noah has said tonight, that I never want to forget:

At dinner I asked Noah who Daddy was married to. He said "Spider Man". I corrected him by saying that Daddy is married to Mommy. But he insisted that "No. Daddy is married to Spider Man." This went back and forth for a while. Each time his rebuttal was the same... "No. Daddy is married to Spider-Man!" 

Secondly, he was just trying to cuddle with me on the couch. After squirming around for a minute, he finally gets up and says, "Sorry Mommy. Your belly is too big." It is alright Doodlebug. It won't be much longer. You can have your mommy back.