I don't know if the final month is really the home stretch - maybe that should be left for the final week - but today is officially one month from due date. While I'm hopeful for an early delivery, I'm doubtful that will be the case. I was a month late. (My poor mother.) However, I was also an extremely sweet baby. (What happened, I don't know.) All I know at this point is nearly everything is out of my control and no amount of house cleaning or freezing casseroles will change that.
This is my last month of not being a parent, which also causes some angst. I've sorted through old photos, reread blog entries and reminisced some about my childless life. I've bemoaned to Husband about missing our Colorado trip this summer. Maybe we should have waited a year before starting a family.
However the concerns and fears are moot; the baby train has left the station. Husband also pointed out we're not exactly spring chickens, so waiting didn't benefit us. As it is, I will turn forty soon after the baby arrives. Forty. FORTY. Ugh. Yeah, I'm thinking the same thing - Old Mom.
While my friends are prepping their kiddos for middle school, I'll be sleepless and smell of spittle. Husband will be sixty when this bundle of joy graduates high school.
There's an additional set of fears when you're Old Parents. If you are fortunate to have a healthy baby, do you roll the dice and try for another or is that selfish? Will people think I'm the kid's grandmother? Will she miss out on strong relationships with her grandparents? There are no good answers.
When Husband and I do encounter someone else in our age range expecting, we're giddy. We're not the only ones starting this adventure a decade behind! Then we invite them to brunch and talk about Bob strollers.
Did I mention the Bob arrived last week? I suggested putting Trudy in it for a trial run, but Husband vetoed. Of course, he also vetoed dressing up T on Halloween, but whatever, I'm not bitter. At least I'll get to dress up the kid.
This is my last month of not being a parent, which also causes some angst. I've sorted through old photos, reread blog entries and reminisced some about my childless life. I've bemoaned to Husband about missing our Colorado trip this summer. Maybe we should have waited a year before starting a family.
However the concerns and fears are moot; the baby train has left the station. Husband also pointed out we're not exactly spring chickens, so waiting didn't benefit us. As it is, I will turn forty soon after the baby arrives. Forty. FORTY. Ugh. Yeah, I'm thinking the same thing - Old Mom.
While my friends are prepping their kiddos for middle school, I'll be sleepless and smell of spittle. Husband will be sixty when this bundle of joy graduates high school.
There's an additional set of fears when you're Old Parents. If you are fortunate to have a healthy baby, do you roll the dice and try for another or is that selfish? Will people think I'm the kid's grandmother? Will she miss out on strong relationships with her grandparents? There are no good answers.
When Husband and I do encounter someone else in our age range expecting, we're giddy. We're not the only ones starting this adventure a decade behind! Then we invite them to brunch and talk about Bob strollers.
Did I mention the Bob arrived last week? I suggested putting Trudy in it for a trial run, but Husband vetoed. Of course, he also vetoed dressing up T on Halloween, but whatever, I'm not bitter. At least I'll get to dress up the kid.
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