We hit 37 weeks yesterday and Mason is officially considered "full term". Meaning, if he were decide to come today they would not do anything to try and stop labor, he wouldn't be considered pre-mature, and he would more than likely be ready to live in the outside world. It's exciting, but at the same time it doesn't mean much to me. I am fully expecting to go past his due date of August 9th, and prepared to make as far as 41 (or even more) weeks. So although it's exciting that he is technically done baking, I know it could be another 4 weeks. Four more weeks of growing, stretching, and wiggling around in his cozy cocoon, which means four more weeks of fatigue, heart burn, and watching the numbers creep up on the scale for me. Not that I'm complaining.
If I had to sum up this pregnancy, I would say it has been a breeze. Maybe even easier than Maddox's. The first trimester I had some nausea, but never threw up (I would have one morning, but hadn't eaten yet.) I was also more tired than I was with Maddox, but that can be blamed on having to chase my first born around. As soon as the morning sickness and fatigue were gone, I didn't have anything to complain about for the next 20 weeks. I could feel twinges of movement as early as 13 weeks, and full out kicks by 16 or 17 weeks. I only had a few headaches, the weather was nice, and the weeks seemed to slip by. Maddox was a good distraction.
I secretly wanted another little boy and from the start I felt that he was a boy, but didn't think I would be lucky enough to get my way a second time. So I was pleasantly surprised and overwhelmed
with love for my second son the day we found out he was a "he" at our 20
Since then, I have looked forward to welcoming another little boy into our family. I have dreams of Maddox giving Mason hugs, sharing bath times, Mason following his big brother around, and Maddox teaching Mason everything a little brother needs to know. I already love having two boys, and the second one isn't even here yet. I know that there will most definitely be times of chaos and moments where I have to just throw in the towel and laugh at the pandemonium. But I also know there will be lots of hugs and love and camaraderie.
Lately things are getting harder. More heart burn, more braxton-hicks contractions, more back and knee pain, more getting up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, and definitely more naps. But overall, I still think I have it pretty easy.
I am anxious to see Mason's precious little face, and to hold him and kiss his cheeks and get to know everything about him. But at the same time, I am nervous. More nervous than I was the first time. I am nervous about labor and delivery (now that I know what to expect!), I am nervous about Mason arriving safely (both him and myself), I am nervous about being away from Maddox, and I am nervous about having two kids under the age of two. I know that things will probably turn out okay for everyone, but I think most mothers go through the same worries with their second. At least that's what I tell myself.
It's hard to believe this pregnancy is already winding down. I also can't believe that in just a few short weeks I will be a mother to two children. I am so thankful that we have been blessed with two healthy (so far) boys. Maddox is the light of my days. At times I worried that I wouldn't have enough love for two, but now I know that the love I have for Mason is a new love, a love that wasn't there before. Instead of splitting my heart in half, my heart has doubled and there is more room to love this equally as special and precious new child.
I still have some things to do to feel ready, but hopefully within the next two weeks I will feel settled and ready. Crossing my fingers he doesn't decide to come before then!