Please. Stop Reminding Me.

So I am 29 weeks, 6 days today. Little Adelaide Blue will be here before we know it. With just a few more things to pick up, we are bracing ourselves for change and getting ready for this  next milestone in our lives. It’s not that we aren’t aware of what’s going to happen when Adelaide comes, I mean, we’ve done this once before, but for whatever reason, people, and by people, I mean, complete strangers, want to remind us that “it” is coming. I still struggle with what the idea of “it” is, but I get the gist. While I appreciate kind words, or bits of advice from random strangers, I do not enjoy the constant negative thoughts that they feel they must share with me. For example in just the past few days I have heard:

1. “Oh bless your heart, you’re going to be so tired when that baby gets here.”

2. “I hope you’re ready for this, your life is going to be over soon.”

3. “Well once she comes you won’t be able to look as pretty as you do.”

4. “I hope he’s [Jaxsyn] independent because you’ll have no time for him anymore.”

5. “I hope you thought about what it would be like with two.”

Those are just a few, but, SERIOUSLY?!?! Complete stranger or not, they can see my belly and should have a decent idea that I am not in my early stages of pregnancy and so the time is coming for us to meet Adelaide, do they really think it’s nice to say these things to me? Like, after I hear what they have to say, I’m going to be able and really rethink this whole idea? No! The bottom line is I do know that my life is about to change. I don’t think that my life is going to over, but different, and I’m okay with that, in fact, I’m excited about that. If being a mom to Jaxsyn has taught me anything it’s that I need to make sure to take care of myself in order to take care of him. I might not be able to wear as much makeup as I used to and my hair might always be thrown up in a pony tail, but to assume that I’m just going to stop taking care of myself is a bit much. (And, in case I do decide to take some time off from myself, I can guarantee no one will see me. I will stay in the house.) And I refuse to believe that I will have no time for Jaxsyn anymore. I know that dividing my time between 2 is going to be a challenge at times, but there is no reason for anyone to make me doubt myself as a mother and certainly no reason to doubt myself as a multitasker. (I mean, right now, I’m typing, playing a game with Jaxsyn, and talking on the phone, so BOOM. IN YOUR FACE.) And finally, not that it is really anyone’s business whether or not I thought about the “consequences” of having 2 kids, but let’s just say that I hadn’t thought about it, does this random lady truly believe that I will be able to think about now and then if I decide that it’s not really for me, then change my mind? I am in love with this little lady in my belly. I have sacrificed for her already and I have no intentions of changing my mind. I realize Adelaide may not be here just yet, and I can’t hold her like I can hold Jaxsyn, and I can’t feed her, or rock her to sleep, or take her on a walk, but I am a mother to 2 children already. The second I read that pregnancy test, I had 2 children. Now while I am aware that when she finally gets here things will change and there will be a time of adjustment, I know what I’m getting myself into. I have thought about it over and over again, especially over the last 6 months, and I feel confident in my decision to have 2 children. So please, random strangers, please just keep things to yourselves, there really is no need to try and upset a pregnant mom to a 3 year old, didn’t your mothers teach you anything?

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