I have read many articles and blogs on this topic, so I know that I am not alone in my thoughts. But still, I feel slightly guilty even thinking them::
Do I have what it takes, do I have enough love and patience, to raise two children?
I know I do. But with just a little over a week left until my induction date, this have been weighing heavily on my mind. Granted, I will not have two kids in diapers {thank Goodness!}, and Emma is going to be a huge help. But I remember that feeling I had instantly the moment she was born, and know that I will have it again with this one. But will I feel guilty when that happens? Probably not, which will make me feel guilty!
Oh, how the wheel keeps turning!
It's strange for me to think that we only have a little over a week left with just our Emma.
{No, I will NOT CRY!}
This is a good thing. A happy thing. An exciting thing!
I just want to make 100% sure that I have the capacity to love both equally, and both as intensely. But see. That's where I get nervous - I can't be 100% positive, and I am such a planner, such an organizer, that not having control over feelings that deep and substantial, terrifies me.
Now, I know that I'll get over this - give me a day or two to mull it over! But in the meantime, I have been thinking about Emma as a baby, and how fast the past 5 1/2 years have absolutely flown by! I love my extremely independent, incredibly smart, and beautiful little girl. But there are times when I look at her and miss the little helpless, needful infant that she used to be. But what parent doesn't do that from time to time? Right? Right!
One month old |
One of my all-time favorite photos! |
About two years old |
Five years old |
For now, I am going to chalk this all up to my high levels of pregnancy hormones, since I still have that excuse to use!