I really hate that the medical profession even plays with our emotions by giving pregnant women a “due date”. It’s not like the day books are due at the library, or a paper is due in school. If your books come later than they’re due— you get fined. If you turn your paper in after it’s due, your grade suffers.
Last due date was horribly depressing since I had empty arms and a full belly. Little Man’s due date is a happy day– our little boy is here!
We’re adjusting as well as I could have imagined to being a family of four. My wonderful Hubby took the week off of work to be home with us (which is fabulous-o because I can’t lift anything over ten pounds– ie Bug). Bug likes Little Man so far (we’re praying this continues even as the newness of “baby” wears off), feeding is going well, we’re getting some sleep (dispersed throughout the day and night), and in general it just feels good to be a family of four.
Our biggest problem is Bug and her big girl bed. She sleeps great throughout the night, but then she’s at our bedside at 5am or 6am. Whew! We’re hoping she’ll iron this out relatively quickly and resume her habit of sleeping until 7am or 8am. (Any suggestions?)