I am feeling as good as I can, I suppose. I have several friends who LOVE being pregnant. Let me just assure you, I am not one of those people. I am usually sick until about the 20th week and then I am uncomfotable for the next 20 weeks. I try not to complain because the end result is well worth it but I do want Owen to read this one day and realize what all I went thru to get him in this world!! :)
We (I) have been house hunting for the past several weeks but we (I) can't find anything that I just love right now (in the price range that Josh wants to pay, anyway....) so we finally started painting the nursery yesterday. Hopefully it will be finished tonight and we can pick up our furniture sometime soon. We ended up getting another crib set from Baby Furniture Plus because I am just not ready to take Price out of his crib. He loves pulling his books off his shelf and his clothes out of his drawers and I just don't think I can handle a newborn and cleaning up Price's room every morning. (Not to mention what else he would probably get into!) Price and Owen's crib both turn into full size beds so hopefully it will last them for a while. I'll post pictures when we finally get the nursery ready.
We are definitly getting excited about Owen's arrival. It doesn't seem like it's only 8 weeks away. As excited as I am, I am nervous and a bit sad for Price. He has been our world since he was born and I hate that he is about to have to share me. I am hoping he will adjust okay. My friend Ashley is in the same situation and posted this poem on her website so I am going to post it as well. Reading it brought tears to my eyes!!
I walk along holding your (almost) 2-year-old hand, basking in the glow of our magical relationship.
Suddenly I feel a kick from within, as if to remind me that our time alone is limited. And I wonder: how could I ever love another child as I love you?
Then he is born, and I watch you.
I watch the pain you feel at having to share me as you’ve never shared me before.
I hear you telling me in your own way, “Please love only me”.
And I hear myself telling you in mine, “I can’t”, knowing, in fact, that I never can again.
You cry. I cry with you.
I almost see our new baby as an intruder on the precious relationship we once shared.
A relationship we can never quite have again.But then, barely noticing, I find myself attached to that new being, and feeling almost guilty.
I’m afraid to let you see me enjoying him—as though I am betraying you.
But then I notice your resentment change, first to curiosity, then to protectiveness, finally to genuine affection.
More days pass, and we are settling into a new routine.
The memory of days with just the two of us is fading fast.
But something else is replacing those wonderful times we shared, just we two.
There are new times – only now, we are three.
I watch the love between you grow, the way you look at each other, touch each other.
I watch how he adores you — as I have for so long. I see how excited you are by each of his new accomplishments.
And I begin to realize that I haven’t taken something from you, I’ve given something to you.
I notice that I am no longer afraid to share my love openly with both of you.
I find that my love for each of you is as different as you are, but equally strong. And my question is finally answered, to my amazement.
Yes, I can love another child as much as I love you—only differently.And although I realize that you may have to share my time, I now know you’ll never share my love.
There’s enough of that for both of you – you each have your own supply.I love you—-both.
And I thank you both for blessing my life.