So here we are, waiting for Baby. He'll be here soon. We know that. We've done this waiting dance before. Somehow it feels so incredibly different.
When I was pregnant with the girls those last couple of weeks felt surreal. I knew my entire life was about to be turned upside down, inside out and back again. I felt this gigantic change on the horizon. It made me nervous and anxious and sometimes even panicked. I barely slept or ate. The last two weeks felt like months.
Not this time. Life is about to change and we know it. Our routine is going to get turned all around. We will have another person to worry about. I just don't feel that same surreal sense of impending earth shattering change. I feel like Baby arriving will be more of an addition than a life rattler. Maybe it's naive or self-preservation. Maybe it's experience and wisdom. I don't really know.
What I do know is that anxiety, stress and panic look a whole lot more like readiness this time around. I think we're ready. At least as ready as we're going to be.
(Feel free to remind me of this rant in about a month ;D)