When I wake in the morning after a disjointed awkward sleep, this first thought through my head is not about where I am or what time is it. No, the first thought that enters my sleep riddled mind is ‘Is it time, do we have to go?’ Minute by minute, we get closer to the arrival time, we get closer to ‘panic’ time.
Minute by minute we get closer to the moment our lives will be irrevocably changed forever (for the second time in just over 2 years!). The past few months have flown by. Life seems to take over and before you know it you’re a week away from a massive life event and you feel as though it has snuck up on you while you slept, ready to jump out and add more chaos to an already hectic lifestyle.
Baby number 2 is just over a week away as I write this (sorry baby 2 is due just over a week away) and as I spoke about before on this blog I’m not as worried as I was with number 1. Taking care of another wee person doesn’t seem as daunting as it did in 2016 when Riley came into our lives and filled them with wonder and joy and loads of mess.
My day to day is completely filled with heart-stopping moments from the moment I leave the house until I return. Anytime I hear or feel my phone ring or vibrate it puts me back in that same state I wake up in. Every text message or phone call could potentially be ‘the one’.
Now that I have time to think about it, it’s excitement rather than worry when I feel like this, excitement at meeting our new bundle. Excitement at Riley meeting his sibling. Excitement at introducing our dog Pebbles to the latest member of our pack.
More than that, its excitement to share our lives with another wee person and all the highs and lows that come along for the ride.