Here I am at 7 months again!
It is hard to believe that I am getting so close,
I can truly say that this is the first pregnancy that I have been in NO HURRY for it to end! Seriously, little fella, can you just stay in there? Where you don’t cry or poop or ask me tricky questions about the weather that I can’t answer?
Don’t get me wrong- I am sooo excited to have another sweet smelling, chubby cheeked cutie to cuddle with! But.
I had a talk with my cousin last night in which I admitted to her: I am worried that once I have this here 3rd child, I might die.
Not for reals die (I hope. sheesh!), but as in I-don’t-think-I-can-survive-this-you know what- getting-any-harder kind of die.
My dearest cousin offered some words of encouragement and murmurs of understanding (she has 2 boys, and I may have effected her decision to have a 3rd? Whatever, Julie, do it! No biggie! haha! I’m fine!) and she told me that HER friend who just had her third has found it to be no big deal!
So, that did make me feel better!
Although, I forgot to ask if her friend’s kids talk constantly, poop on the bathroom floor, take pictures off of the wall so that they can stand on them and jump off (true story), and spend their days trying to stick things in the electrical outlets?
To keep my nice warm reassured feeling, I’m going to assume yes?