Every night when I start counting contractions, I think 'this might be the last night that I have only one child.' And every morning when I wake up, I go into Eric's room and see his excited face and think 'will this be our last day together?'
Every day is bittersweet for me. I try to spend as much time with him as possible. Maybe the subconscious part of me is afraid of Rachel being born and that's why it's taking her so long. I love my son so much, and a part of me doesn't want the time with him to change. I am torn between being excited about Rachel becoming a part of this family and sad that Eric's life (and mine) is about to change for good. I wonder if this is normal for all moms about to welcome another child, or is I'm just overly melancholy.