36 weeks pregnant.
Wow, has time flown by.
I feel like it was just yesterday I found out I was pregnant. And now all of a sudden, I'm just weeks away from birth.
I'll be honest, I'm slightly terrified.
Giving birth the second time feels like it would be easier, but when you live on the opposite side of the country from your family, the stresses of "who is going to watch our daughter while we're in the hospital, etc" weighs on me. While I have a loose plan in place, you just can never predict how things will go. I'm trying to remind myself of that.
In other ways, I'm nervously excited. I just ran across a journal from a year ago where I wrote about having a strong desire for my daughter to have a sibling. On the flip side, I also wrote, "Am I ready?"
I don't think I've ever been "ready" for anything that's come my way in life. From becoming a mother, to moving several times, to all of the little events inbetween. I feel like I have to close my eyes sometimes and just trust. I'm grateful for my faith in that sense. I'm not sure what else would keep me grounded in times of uncertainty.
I know we'll have a bit of a transition period, welcoming #2 in. But I know our hearts will double in size. I know Willow will thrive as a big sister. And I know life is about to get a whole lot better.
