Waiting for Baby

When I was pregnant with Buddy, I had all the time in the world to anticipate and to get anxious over his impending birth. I had quiet moments to talk and sing softly to my baby boy and to dream about all of the fun things we'd do together.

I've noticed, this second time around, that I haven't had a whole lot of time to do those things. Except for noting the aches and pains of pregnancy and lamenting my perpetual lack of sleep, I find myself feeling a little guilty that I spend large portions of the day not even thinking about the little girl I'm carrying. In fact, I've noticed that I spend time purposely NOT thinking about how I'm going to manage with two children, just trusting that things will fall into place.

When I do have some time to myself, however, I try to picture my little girl and I wonder what she will be like. I confess that I hope to see some reflection of myself in her (a mini-me), all the while expecting her to be a complete handful and quite possibly the polar opposite of her big brother. In those quiet moments, when I feel her little baby feet kicking, I do find myself getting excited to meet her and hoping that she and her big brother will be good friends.

Approx. 5 weeks to go. We're in the home stretch!