39 weeks and 1 day, c-section tomorrow... it's real folks. I am a crying, emotional mess.
My friend Kathy was kind enough to meet up with me and my side kick a few nights ago to take pictures. At first, she asked if I wanted to do maternity photos only. The kind where I dress up in a flowy, feminine dress that hugs all the parts of your body women like to show off during pregnancy, maybe wear a flower crown, and do my make up really nice. However, that is so not me. I really do not know what people do with those pictures after the fact. Kathy really didn't care what I wore though, and so I asked her after weeks of going back and forth on it... if she would snap a few of Archie and I instead, while I was dressed in my every day gear, a tshirt and jeans, and she said "of course." After all he is my every day. He is my boss man. He is what has made my world go round for 28 months and 6 days, longer if you count his pregnancy too.
It won't be him and I anymore. I am now giving him his very own side kick. I am scared and nervous all at the same time. About everything. All while knowing it can be done, and will be done. And it's stupid to worry about something I don't even know how he will react to for sure. No turning back, right?
I can't wait to see you grow as a big bro. We will have our challenges, for that I am sure. I hope the good outweighs the bad, I hope you are more resilient than I give you credit for, and I hope I remain your second favorite person next to dad of course.
Not too long ago, I didn't think I was cut out for motherhood. And here I am about to welcome a second child into this world. Crazy!
"I'll love your forever, I'll like you for always. As long as I am living, my baby you'll be."
