"I need a plan. I have to write down everything we need to get done during each weekend leading up to M2's birth. You know WE-ONLY-HAVE-TEN-WEEKS."
I wish I could have taken a picture of my husband's face.
"Honey, don't worry. It will all get done," he reassured me, as he was slowly taking baby steps backwards, away from his deranged other half.
"I have to write it all out."
"Why don't you use that life planner? Doesn't it have a calendar in it?"
"NO!" I exclaimed defiantly. "I need to see it all mapped out on a single page. All in one spot. From now until June."
Scribble, scribble, scribble.
"Okay, honey. Whatever you need to do," was the best reply he could come up with and likely the only reply that wouldn't have garnered a sucker punch to the kidneys.
Ten weeks. Ten weeks until our lives are once again turned upside down as we welcome our second son. Ten weeks until I'm sleeping on the downstairs couch, or rather staring numbly at my husband who sleeps peacefully on the downstairs couch as I cannot stop staring lovingly at our newest addition. Thankfully, I've forgotten just how difficult and frustrating those first few newborn weeks are.
Thank God for Mom-nesia.
Ten weeks. Ten weeks to
Ten weeks. With four sessions with little joys. already on the books and the inquiries continue to stream in. I'm so thankful but equally overwhelmed. To stencil the accent wall in the master bedroom and the "skinny wall" in the downstairs powder room.
Ten weeks. To nest, to clean, to nest and to clean again. To pull up the decking floorboards and replace them so that Carter has a safe place to run around barefoot in the summer. With no worry of splinters ruining a little fun in the sun. To build up a wood chip bed around the fort that will no sooner rather than later become a play fortress to not one but two sweet little boys.
Ten weeks. Gulp.
I think it's safe to say I've had my first official Freak Out before welcoming M2.