I'm 30 weeks in, with 10 weeks to go until Connor's expected arrival. Some days it feels like his birthday is around the corner and other days it feels like the day will never come. As I grow and grow, and Connor's movements become stronger and faster, I can't stop thinking about all of the ways that our lives are about to change.
When I was pregnant with Ryan we didn't really know what we were getting ourselves into. We made a lot of decisions on the spot. We learned how to be flexible, attentive and responsive. We also learned how to trust each other and look for opportunities to support one another. This time around we know what we're getting ourselves into. I have an idea of what labor and delivery will look like, and I am fully anticipating sleepless nights and feeding challenges. But even though we've done this before, I know we are about to welcome a new person, and I am so prepared for Connor to challenge us in unique and unexpected ways.
This knowing that I don't know what the future has in store for us has put me in a position where my emotions about Connor's arrival are all over the map. Is it ok to admit that I am excited, but a little nervous too?