When we were little kids running out the door my mom used to call out "Don't forget to breathe!". Just a funny little thing she always did. I never thought it was actually good advice until recently. I've been feeling like I can't breathe lately, which could be because I'm almost 9 months pregnant and Gwen's taking up all my breathing room, or it could be because I'm freaking out. She's coming in a week. I don't feel ready. Our house is a mess. I'm a mess. I don't know how I'm going to handle a newborn AND Jonas. That seems so wimpy. Most women I know have way more than two kids... which is becoming more and more amazing.
I feel like I should be excited. A new baby! A beautiful little girl! What could be more wonderful?! But I just feel overwhelmed. I feel like our little family has been constantly sick the last month, and that Jonas has been crying for about that long. If I can't keep myself happy, or Jonas happy, how am I going to do any better with another kid? Winter's looming and I feel like I'm going to be stuck down in this little basement apartment until spring with two crying babies, and one crying mommy. Am I just hormonal because I'm pregnant? Probably. Will that change at all once I have the baby? I hope so... but I don't know.
Any advice? How do other mom's cope with this? For now Russell and I are going to really deep clean the apartment, I'm going to try listening to cheerful music and pray my eyes out. And then just hold on. That's about all I can think of at the moment.
oh wait. I just realized I'm hungry. Yeah. Food will probably help.