Today marks the day that I hit 30 weeks. Three quarters of the way through and to me, this is a huge milestone to accomplish. I can't believe in just 10 short weeks, my little man will be here. On one hand I'm super-extremely excited to meet the little guy and to finally have him in my arms. However, on the other hand, I'm so nervous that it isn't even funny. I'm starting to doubt myself and my abilities. I'm worried that I won't be able to handle him and his needs and I'll be a bad mother. I'm worried that I am going to be grumpy from lack of sleep and I am going to be angry at my son because of it. I DO NOT ever want to be angry at him for something that I did. It's not his fault that he's here or that I brought him into this world. It's not his fault that he can't hold enough food to sleep through the night. It's not his fault that he has needs that need to be fulfilled. It's mine, so one thing that I DO NOT want to happen is me get mad at him because he won't let me sleep.
Don't get me wrong. I'm extremely excited to finally be pregnant and finally have my little man on the way. I would absolutely do ANYTHING for him, even now. I'm just worried that I won't be able to keep up. I pray that I do.
On a completely different note.. I WIN! A few days ago I had mentioned to you all that you should head on over to sign up to win the Daddy Pak. I did and I hoped that you'd do the same. Well, I got a blog comment from Canadian Mom (link's in my blogroll) and I was pretty sure she was commenting on my previous post, "hiccups, fears and nesting". Little did I know, her comment had NOTHING to do with it. I headed on over to her site and this is what I found:
Click here!
I'm so excited! I can't wait to receive it and of course I'll let you all know when I do!
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30 weeks!!! Holy cow! Congrats!! :)
ReplyDeleteWow - getting there!
ReplyDeleteDon't worry. Some days you probably will be mad and overtired and grumpy when he cries at 3 am for the 4th time that night and you can't think straight. But I found that when I'd get to my daughter's crib and see her there, I couldn't stay mad. As she was older, it was because she'd smiled up at me then and melted my heart. But even very early on, her little eyes would close as she latched on to me and she'd look so peaceful and amazing - I just couldn't stay angry.