So, we have set a date for our Baby Girl's arrival. My surgery is set for May 22. Not sure what time yet. Now I feel extra overwhelmed because I don't feel ready. I'm not ready. 33 days... well, 32 at this point since it is so late...
Our school is having a shower (sprinkle? Is that the trendy word these days?) for us next month. They are so wonderful. I'm glad we kept all of the nursery furniture. So, really all we need are clothes and the bed set.
Lucas is starting to act out more (hoping it is from Baby Sister's upcoming arrival...). If I am the only one who puts him to bed, he has started this screaming, crying thing so I come a-running. The other night, he told me he was sad because I was going to run away (where does he get this stuff??). Tonight, he pinched his finger in his bed gate... the real word for it is escaping me right now. I went in, kissed, hugged, gave him boo boo turtle and 15 minutes later he was fine. I left and the crying started again ("Mommy, come take care of meeeeee!") Please, just rip my heart out while I already feel guilty that in a few weeks you will no longer be the only small person needing my love and attention. I found myself just yelling, "Lucas you are fine," from the living room to reassure him that I didn't go anywhere. 15 minutes later, he was asleep. *Sigh*
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