The baby will be here in 2+ weeks and we're excited, fearful but excited.
Physically - we 're in good shape being "veteran" parents of one - funny how one kid can help relax you for the next one on what to expect, buy, not buy, etc. By moving lil Lenz into our "office", our 3 bdrm home seems smaller already but it's worth it.
Mentally - I think we're both developing facial tics over near term sleep deprivation, c-section recovery, poopie diapers and general neediness of a newborn. It takes my breath away to think how overnight, you're life changes once they hand you this little bundle. Months of pregnancy discomfort (swelling, ligament pain, sleeplessness, heartburn) fade into one blurry, innocent, harmless memory as you enter into postpartum phase a.k.a. hell. I'm hoping this time around - I won't have hell but will have a milder form of it. You know: 80 degrees in SF instead of 105 in Phoenix.
What's different this time around is a sibling and making her comfortable with the transition. As part of my "sibling preparation", I've been lavishing attention on Sophie daily - hugging her and telling her that she is my special kid because she is my first, etc. She is such a sunny child and funny (really, she has a great sense of humor - Thank you GOD). Everyone keeps asking her what she thinks of having a little brother. I know it's just conversation filler between adult/4 y.o. but whenever she hears the question - she has this look like: "how do you think I feel? I have no freakin' clue!" I don't blame her! As an eldest child and a girl with a little brother born four years later, I hope to be Sophie's advisor on how to deal with sharing the spotlight and just being an all-around good sport and wreaking havoc on sibling undetected. I'm just kidding on that last point but I was pretty good at it.
