Overbooked

This week I became aware that I am overcompensating. As I took a final look at my June and July calendar pages it became obvious to even thick-headed me. I have become my own version of “Disneyland Daddy” as I process the reality that I am going to have to split my love, time, and energies on two little persons very soon.

Mark cleaning out hallway closets off the list of pre-baby things to do.
I had some... um... assistance with the winter gear.

My June calendar is booked. Solid. Fun day trips to every possible entertaining locale within 30 miles. Park visits. Storytimes. Ice cream runs mid-day. Zoo. Playdates. A real life train. Not a moment for Little Man to question that I am the coolest and most amusing mama in the Midwest.
July is a desolate wasteland with no agenda. Only one date bears a notation: C-section. Not a fun reprieve mentioned on any of the 31 days. Yet, I don’t think a supped-up June will make those days any less tolerable. Life is gonna change regardless.
So, now that I am cognizant of my problem, I must fix it. Tomorrow I will slash events off the calendar for more sit and chill time. More popsicles on the patio time. More lets appreciate the air conditioning time.
I believe that all mothers have a genuine concern for how the second child will fit into the mix. Many have spoke with me about “not thinking I could love another” and related veins of thought. Most genuinely, I do not question my ability to love another baby. The way my heart changed on August 13, 2008 is burned into my brain. My biggest stresses fall with the other two issues: energy and time.

That is where I am right now. A 36 year old 35 week pregnant lady running out of energy. I need some prayers for these last few weeks.