I wonder if all women go through this panic, right before the end. I'm worried enough about the delivery (enduring excruciating pain is not one of my strong points), but actually having a baby? And being the mom??!! And my Sam, my sweet Sammy is the daddy?! -well ok I'm excited about the Sam being the dad part.
I don't know how to breast feed! I don't know how to pump! I don't know how to get a baby on a schedule! I don't have that magic that I kind of un-intentionally assume all mothers have, that makes their baby's calm down immediately when everyone else tried everything and just made the baby mad. I don't know how to bathe a newborn-I've heard they're slippery! I don't know how to swaddle!
ah. That feels a little bit better, actually voicing my concerns.
I know everything will be fine, I'll figure it out, blah blah blah...but I suppose I just felt like stating what some don't: I'm terrified for this next life step. This is a human being we're talking about, a precious child of God! I hope everything goes well. :S
IN other news, I'd like to post updates about our car situation, baby preparations, and our garden. And school, I suppose. That's just a little memo-to-self.
tata-Ariel
