I am accustomed to change. From handling 0 to 1 kid and 1 to 2 kids; transitioning from high school to college and college to graduate school; and moving from apartment to apartment (to town home and back to apartment) and from city to city and across state lines.
One change that scares me beyond the rest will happen between July and August – the baby’s arrival. While I was excited for a third baby’s arrival with pregnancies 3, 4, 5, and 6, it didn’t happen. Instead, I lost baby after baby before the second trimester. And, with that, all those feelings of excitement and anticipation that often comes with pregnancy were replaced by fear and anxiety.
In less than 4 months (FOUR MONTHS), the long hoped for yet seemingly hopeless event will happen. A baby that is healthy (and active), a surprise (gender unknown), and our last (natural) addition will arrive.
Change. The third child. What many have warned will be the hardest transition our family will make.
I think we’re ready.