So I'm scheduled to be induced next week. I'm ready, I'm done with this pregnancy, I've been sick and in pain for the last few weeks. Now my focus is a healthy baby.
As I laid in bed this morning with my daughter and husband I realized never again will we have a Saturday morning where its just the three of us in our cozy bed. Never again is it going to be the three of us cuddled under the blankets watching Spongebob Squarepants. Next Saturday we can have the same thing - all of us cuddled under the blankets with SpongeBob on TV but there will be a 4th person with us our son and Baby Brudder.
Its bittersweet to think about it - our family is growing and changing and we're getting bigger but its never going to be just the 3 of us again - and that's okay. A wise woman used to tell me "there's always room for one more" - I just wish that my great Grandma was here today to meet her Great-Great Grandchildren.
I was laying across the bed coughing this morning, it was one of those cough out your left lung attacks, and my husband was lying behind me when our daughter just walked up and clobbered him across the nose and eye. I don't know if she thought that daddy was hurting me or what but at that moment everything hit me....nothing is going to be the same again!
During my coughing jag I realized my mom will never meet her grandson, her granddaughter or sit with me when he crys. I can never call her for advice or just because. So I sat in the middle of my cozy bed crying hysterical because I can never have my mom back - not even for a second.
Well I'm off to shower and shave - don't want the doctor touching hairy legs when they induce :o)
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