We are 16 days away from Jackson's scheduled arrival date. Yes, that's roughly two weeks. Hello, Laura....are you reading this? You have 2 weeks to get your arse in gear! People are constantly telling me I will go early and at one point this weekend that little possibility hit me hard. Don't they know this freaks the mother out? Oh that's right...they aren't thinking about that.
Yes, he is low.
Yes, I look like I could pop at any moment.
No, I won't have this baby in your store...you can now relax and leave me alone to do my shopping.
I've reached the point where a shirt that reads "Please keep comments to yourself" would come in very handy.
My head is swirling with to-do lists. Mommy brain is already in full effect. I'm pretty sure I'm in denial that this kid is not going to just wait around until I get everything checked off my list.
At this point with Ethan I was busy scrubbing baseboards and freezing countless amounts of casseroles.
Oh how things have changed.
The good news is that if this baby did decide to come tomorrow I have all the essentials. They aren't prepped and ready to go...but I have them.
It will be a miracle if everything comes together in time, but honestly, I'm not freaking out...a lot anyways. I do twitch from time to time, but it usually subsides fairly quickly.
Last time I was scared. I had no idea what I was getting into. This time...eh...I figure things will just work themselves out.
Who have I become?!?!
Is this what being a parent has made me?
As much as I want things to be the same for Jackson as they were for Ethan, I know deep down that they just won't be.
I've changed. I've grown. I can't possibly do things the same way.
I might not be as on top of things as I once was, but I am more relaxed. I can roll with the punches a little more easily.
I probably won't have time to take 800 pictures in one month of just Jackson like I did with Ethan, but I'll get the important things. They will be less blurry, they will be of better quality.
Jackson will have to wear hand-me-downs, but he will get new things too and probably of better quality since I don't have to buy mass quantities of things this go around.
I probably won't write as much about Jackson's life as I did Ethan's. It doesn't mean that I don't care, it simply means that I got things figured out the first go around. Every little stage won't be such a traumatic change.
Yes, there is such a thing as 2nd child syndrome. It's called being an experienced parent (ahem...I say that very loosely). Things may not always be tied in a pretty little bow around here, but Jackson is going to have it pretty good. No worries there.