I've been trying to find the words for this post for a long time...
trying to think of a way to explain how I'm feeling without people judging me. The truth is I still haven't found the words and don't think will.
The arrival of our daughter is fast approaching and excited as I am to meet our little girl, I can't help but to also feel...
these will be our last weeks as a family of three, the last weeks Harper and I have with just us. It will never again be the same and this terrifies me.
The idea that I'm never going to be able to give him what I can now upsets me. The thought of me losing my patience after nights without sleep, the idea he may wonder if I still love him the same, all these things they break my heart.
My OB explained a first child's experience of gaining a sibling, by asking me "how I would you feel if your husband suddenly got another wife, she moved in with you without any warning and you had no say in any of it?"
I have no doubt, I will love all my children equally, this is not a question of that. I guess I'm just nervous of the changes that are about to happen.