Well. It’s been a while, huh? The last time I wrote here, I was about four months into life as an official stay-at-home mom, and things were a bit rocky. Flash forward to today, I am two months shy of a year into this new gig, and have decided to extend the title for another year. Plus, this magic season has gotten even more magical because we are also two months away from adding another baby girl to the crew!

Which brings me to my reason for writing today.

A thing teachers talk about in the education world (I’m assuming all professions with weekends off feel something similar) is the Sunday Scaries. That feeling you get when the weekend is about to end, and you have to start thinking about all the things you are responsible for in the upcoming week.

As my current job is the same seven days a week (insert sweaty face emoji here…), I no longer feel the Sunday Scaries. I am, however, in the middle of something similar: the Third Trimester Terrors. (Too cute? I know, but you get the idea.)

I want to preface this by saying these same feelings popped up about this time in my pregnancy with LG, and she is the greatest joy of my life. Logically I know amazing things will come with the birth of Baby Sis, but fear takes you to weird places, okay?

We are officially 10 weeks out from our due date. The nursery is fully ready, clothes are washed and hung, diapers are unboxed, and I have to talk myself out of packing my hospital bag this early almost daily.* By all accounts, we are ready for this new little girl.
*Signs you might be a little Type A.

But I still can’t quite wrap my head around the fact that she’ll actually be here in a couple of months. All her tiny outfits are ready to be worn, but the idea that there will be an actual human in them relatively soon is still blowing my mind.

I am 100% sure that I will be thrilled when she gets here.

And a lot of me is so excited thinking about it now.

But a lot of me is also terrified.

Adding another whole human to this family is going to change everything. The rhythm I feel like we’re finally in after working so hard to get there? Gone. The peaceful alone time I get most days to recharge while LG naps? Done. The structured schedule we have created to keep us both sane? Over. This new little girl is going to shake up our whole world.

And on top of shaking everything up, she’ll also be a newborn. She’s going to like…need things. From me. All the time. And I’m pretty exhausted as it is! How will I have the energy and patience for two?! Is that magic delivered with the baby? Because it seems pretty much impossible at this point.

And what about LG? I know I’ll love Baby Sis, but will she? It’s basically been me and her all day every day for as long as she can remember. Now we’re adding a third (who will require a ton of attention), and there is no real way to prepare her for that. What if she hates it? What if she’s mad at me for changing her whole world? What if it changes our relationship?

I know we’ll figure it out. We’ll all adapt and grow together. I will learn to mom two girls, and LG will get the best gift ever of a sister to grow up with. Someday she won’t remember life before Baby Sis, and we’ll have a new routine and infinitely more love in our house. People have done this forever. We are capable. It’ll work out.

But, yikes, thinking about the unknown can be scary.

Guess I’ll report back in 10 weeks. (But don’t quote me on that.)