The end is near

I can’t believe it. Last night I couldn’t sleep and so spent most of the night tossing and turning as much as a beached whale is able to. Its a slower process, sure, but it can still be done. Seems my husband couldn’t sleep either. He promised it had nothing to do with the fact that when I wasn’t turning over and causing the bed to lurch violently, I was either talking in my sleep or snoring. He’s good like that. No, he was awake for the same reason as me. We’re about to become parents again. I mean, we’ll always be parents. But we’re going to be new parents again. Parents to a newborn. Eeek!

How do you hold newborns again? How often do they wake? And what about nappies? How often do they fill them? I think I’ve forgotten everything!

We had a cup of tea to help calm our sudden nerves. There was no point going back to bed as we couldn’t sleep and there was only an hour until chaos would resume once more anyway. We spent that hour staring at each other in muted shock. I know you must be thinking that it’s a little late feeing like this. And you’re right. It’s just that we thought we had so much time. Now, suddenly, there is only 3 weeks left. And we have a lot to do in those three weeks. It won’t get done. I haven’t packed my hospital bag. I haven’t even shaved my legs in weeks, for goodness sake! It’s a two man job these days , and the husband keeps promising to help but he has the nursery to paint…

And, breathe. It will be fine.

Yes, the end is near. But that means the beginning of something else so special, doesn’t it? Yes, newborns are hard work, but they’re worth it. Aren’t they?!