I am excited to see my baby girl.
I am excited about the onset of labor, the hospital stay,
the visitors, the delivery, and nursing.
Some days, I think how?
how will I manage?
a new baby?
We are already exhausted, busy, drained by 8pm.
But I don't want the baby days to pass in a blur.
She's my last.
I will try not to sweat the small stuff.
That's not really in my personality.
It's the exhaustion that scares me.
I don't do well without sleep plus 3 other kids demanding
to be fed, bathed, consoled, loved.
We will make it.
And we will love it.