This is just the biggest mental block I’ve ever hit. I will carry this baby boy and keep him safe as long as I need to. His health is priority. But mentally, I’m exhausted. I hate not knowing when he will be born. I hate not knowing which plans will follow through for my 2 year old (we have a couple options lined up just in case) but things such as; will I have to wake him up in the middle of the night to get him to his God Mom? Will he stay at the hospital with us until my SIL can pick him up?

We are moving (literally get the keys) 7 days before my due date. We cannot start moving our items until 4 days before my due date. I’m so worried I’ll go into labor at an inconvenient time, but inducing and moving with a newborn doesn’t sound any more promising. We also are moving further from the hospital... exactly an hour away. That makes me super nervous, although I realistically know we should be just fine on time.

My body is sore. It was never this sore with my first. I can’t play with my son how I’d like to. I’m constantly telling an (almost) 2 year old to “be careful with mommy’s belly” and I just want to be able to play how he wants to play.

I also cannot wait to meet this little boy. I love him so much already and our family will be complete.

4 more weeks. I can do this.