So, as of today, I have exactly THREE weeks before I get induced. Three. Weeks. That’s it.
I gotta be honest, I don’t feel ready. Don’t get me wrong…I have all my baby stuff.
Car seat, check.
Stroller, check.
Clothes, check.
Tub, check.
Blankets, swaddles, soothers, bottles, burp clothes, etc, etc, etc, check!
Imagine having the love and attention of your parents for your entire life, nearly a decade. You’re the centre of their world. The apple of their eye. You’re a total mama’s girl, who has never had to compete for the attention of the grown ups in the room because it’s always been yours.
Hi! Welcome to my new blog, Old Mom, New Baby. This is my second blog; my first is a ranty-brain-vomit blog you’re welcome to visit here. But this new blog is focused solely on my new-ish adventures in motherhood. Something I thought I was already an old pro at. But the universe had a different plan.