My final day of work before starting maternity leave. Such a strange feeling. Of course I arrived to: "You made it in!", "You haven't popped yet?!?", "You're here!"... Yes, dear colleagues, despite your predictions, I did indeed make it to work today. :)
It's still up in the air how much time I'll take off. That will be decided by baby and myself.
I'm still scared to death about how we'll spend our days - between W, baby, and myself. I just can't picture how things will go. How will I juggle feedings and still manage to play race cars? How will I get W down for a nap if baby is having a particularly difficult day? How will W feel if I'm holding baby, but he also wants to be held?
I'm very worried about W's feelings/emotions as he transitions to his new role as big brother. But I know it will all work out in the end. Because it has to. And these boys of mine will always have a playmate, a friend, a brother - that's pretty amazing.
I have a brother. We got along alright as we grew up (we still get along, though different lifestyles/thoughts/interests have definitely distanced us), but I've always wondered what it would have been like to have a sister. A sibling who shares similar interests, a confidant. I'm so excited for my boys and I hope they are the best of friends.
I read an article today that brought me to tears. My favorite part:
"Moms. The crazy, heart-stopping love that we feel for our children runs deep through each and every one of us as moms.