Well, it happened today!  One of the major milestones of pregnancy that I think I invented:  The Day You See Milk That Will Expire After Your Baby is Born.

I don’t know why, but I always get a little freaked out/excited in the dairy aisle whenever I go to pull a gallon of milk of the shelf and notice that the milk’s expiration date is AFTER my due date.   For me, it’s the one thing that makes the impending delivery seem real.

So…..now I guess we have to get serious about picking some names.  Any suggestions?  We truly don’t have any ideas and we need one for a boy or a girl since we don’t know what we are having.

Ohhhh Pregnancy….I hate you.

Just when I was cursing you out (you know the swollen ankles, morning sickness, mood swings, smell aversions, kicks to the kidneys, ribs & bladder, varicosities, big fat sweaty belly part of you) and wishing you to be over, a new feeling washed over me in a wave of hormones that only another pregnant woman can appreciate:

Pregnancy….I LOOOOOOVE you!

Don’t go away in 16 days!  Don’t leave me forever!  (we’ve decided to not have any more kids after this)  I love to rub my big belly.  I love to exchange knowing smiles with other women as I struggle to fit down the grocery aisle.  I love the smiles and excitement and congratulations that people extend to me when they see this 9 month belly hanging out. I love feeling life inside of me. I love taking a trip up to the buffet table for seconds without feeling like everyone in the room thinks I’m a pig!  I even love commiserating with other women about the bad pregnancy stuff.  I CANNOT believe I only have 16 more days to enjoy this.  I haven’t been paying attention!!!!

All joking aside, it does make me really sad that I won’t ever be pregnant again.  Even though I know in my heart of hearts I don’t want any more kids.  Pregnancy is just so miraculous and special.  It really is an amazing ride.

We’ll see what the hormones bring tomorrow!

Today my mom suggested that I make a calendar for the kids so they can cross out the days until the baby comes as a way to help them prepare for this big change in their life.  That’s when I realized that my scheduled c-section is only 17 days away.  AGGGHHHH!

I need to make one of these calendars for myself!  I’m in total denial that we are about to have a baby.  We have no names picked ou, nothing is unpacked, the infant carseat is (hopefully) somewhere in the back of the garage I think, and I have a to-do list a mile long. 

Now here comes my big long whine….and I know it is mostly the hormones talking….

I’m too busy to have a baby right now!  I’m having too much fun this summer with Delaney and David doing all the summer kid stuff:  beach, playgrounds, pool parties, berry picking, ice cream cones, visiting friends, playing in the sandbox, sidewalk chalk, etc.  I remember feeling this way when I was 8 months pregnant with David.  I was weepy all the time because I would not ever have any more one-on-one time with Delaney.  This time, I know a newborn and c-section recovery will bring our summer to a grinding halt.  Then in September, Delaney starts preschool and David is most likely starting his pre-school program (for his speech delay) in November when he turns 3.  It hit me today that these are my last 17 days of  being a free SAHM with no set plans or place to be.  I love waking up in the morning and deciding what to do for the day based on how the kids and I are feeling.  If we want to go to the beach – we can.  If we want to stay home in our jammies until 11am – we can.

I need to stand in front of a mirror, stare at my huge belly and say over and over, “You are having a baby in 17 days.  You are having a baby in 17 days.  You are having a baby in 17 days.  You are having a baby in 17 days.  You are having a baby in 17 days.”  Maybe that will get it through my head.

Does anyone else with multiple kids ever feel this way?