I have 6 weeks until baby boy makes his grand entrance (unless he surprises us, of course.) My emotions are great and varied. I remember similar emotions right before Norah was born. I felt sentimental of the time I'd lose, alone with Brian. I felt nervous thinking I'd become weary of being a full-time mom. I did lose some time with Brian, but the blessings have far exceeded any loss. Brian and I still find time to connect and edify each other. I have also have not wearied of being a full-time mom. In fact, it is the most happiness I've felt in my entire life. It is a deep happiness that urges me to wake-up at my child's bidding, smile at nearly everything she does and praise God for such an intensely amazing blessing. What I can learn from that, is the fears and nervousness I am experiencing now, will work themselves out and I will, once again, be blessed in ways I can't foresee. I do ache to think of having to split my attention between two children. Until now, I've been able to hug Norah at her bidding, catch her often, before her falls, give her attention on her timeline. That all will change. It will be a growing, stretching, and learning period for us; to find a new balance with three during the day, rather than the usual two. I know it will be good. It will teach her sacrifice and love for others. It will teach her patience and kindness. However, the stretching experiences (although necessary and in the end, a blessing) will also inflict pain upon her and I don't look forward to that element.
So for the next 6 weeks, I will relish every moment with her- just the two of us. And then we will excitedly add baby boy to the mix. He will be another incredible blessing in our lives. I feel rich, very rich.