I can’t believe 2012 is wrapping up. Like, just yesterday, I was huge and pregnant and Casey was documenting the life that was to (soonly) come.
Part of me desperately wants to recreate this place and time. I have a real and true love for pregnancy and being a lady in waiting, but with all good thing, my time has passed. I’m waving these days goodbye.
In just a few weeks, my last child, baby Paul ,will be one years old.
I know, how is that possible? (I ask myself this question every day)
Having a baby is hard. To the moms to come, the sleeplessness? It gets better, I promise. My pro-tips, invest in a good mattress, a solid monitor, and for the love of everything that is holy, don’t watch the zombies before bed or you’ll never get any sleep.
And consider a swaddler, it’s tops, regardless of what the baby thinks.
So without throwing too much fanfare in the air, I’m announcing (not that it needs to be announced, but I feel a good kind of closure typing it out) that we’re done having babies. DONE-DONE-DONE-DONE (four times over DONE).
It’s a mixed emotion type of time, but we’re solid in our decision. We’re feeling complete with the four little souls God has entrusted us to raise and nurture.
I keep telling myself I can’t keep having babies because I like babies…
But oh, I love me a good baby snuggle. Give ’em to me….