As of yesterday, we have hit the 22 week mark. I honestly can’t believe how fast the past five months have gone. I’ve been blessed with a pretty easy pregnancy — but of course I’ve worried every single step of the way.
I worry every day if I’m going to be a good mother. Almost to the minute. I wonder if the motherly instinct will kick in as soon as he’s born — and will I be able to handle it? I know that B will be the logical one in all of this — he usually is in everything, and I’m going to have to rely on him so much to ground me and to not put a mirror under baby’s nose every five seconds to make sure he’s breathing.
Every day is another day closer to getting to hold him in my arms, but I think I’m going to worry until the day he’s born about if we’ve done everything we can to be ready. I just don’t think there’s any way around that.