Last night, I started to think how nice it was to sleep in until whenever I wanted. This is the reason why I loved Saturday mornings when I was still in undergrad and highschool. There was nothing like a Friday night when you could go to sleep not needing to get up at a certain time. This is when I began to count the Saturdays I still had left to sleep in.
12 SATURDAYS?!
I only have 12 more Saturday's to take advantage of before a crying and hungry bundle of joy is screaming in my ear about 6am (or earlier). I sat up quickly and began to pant. I didn't realize how fast my "carefree" life was going to end. In just 12 more weeks, I will no longer be taking care of me, myself, and I. My schedule is no longer "my" schedule and my free time is no longer spent napping or lounging in a warm bubble bath. I'm not going to lie, this is a little nerve racking.
Reality is slowly beginning to set in...I have this big hunch that after the baby shower, when her room is ready and waiting, diapers are ready to be used, blankets and clothes are washed, and her crib has sheets on it, and the number of Saturdays I will be able to sleep in is less than the number of fingers I have, this mommy is going to get a BIG wake up call.
I think I need to practice those breathing techniques...like...NOW.
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