I could go at any time.
I still have six weeks to go but I’m just days away from the milestone in my first pregnancy that marked the arrival of our little man. I don’t WANT to go yet, but I could… at any time. Plus, saying that to people let’s me smoke out other Gilbert Grape fans. Plus, now that I’m in-your-face pregnant, more people are asking about the magic due date.
More people are also giving lots of advice on what to expect from big brother as his world is invaded by a new baby. I guess we should be preparing him for his world to flip upside down.
My efforts so far have included pointing to my big belly and telling him there’s a baby in there. At almost 3, I think he grasps the concept. He’s pretty sure it’s a baby sister and he likes to share his toys by placing them on the bulge and waiting for them to get kicked off. He hugs and kisses the baby through my skin and occasionally claims there is a baby in his belly too.
But the advice goes beyond; covering things like getting him trained up on the potty before baby arrives, encouraging independence by playing with him less often, and the ultimate: breaking him of our co-dependent bedtime ritual of falling asleep together cuddling before I lumber back to my own room.
I have a different take on the blessing of family expansion. I’m going to maximize every day we still have where he is the most important little person in my whole world. We’ll dabble in potty training with no worries about baby’s timeline. I’m going to play with him MORE; as much as I can before baby. I’m going to cuddle him tight every night and hope that I can still do so when there are two to tend to.
I’m scared. What happens to this amazing bond we’ve formed that wraps us together so tight I’m not even sure how a new baby will break in? There’s obviously room in my heart and my life for as many children as I’m blessed with. However, I know things will be different. Just as blissful I’m sure… and different.
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