After the shock of being "off" a week and a half wore off, and laughing that we were now due on Christmas Day... I had a chance to sit and think about it. And, I almost began to cry {oh, hey pregnancy hormones, haven't missed you!}, because the thought of being away from Gwen on Christmas, puts such a big lump in my throat.
I don't want to.
Gwen is at such a fun age, and THESE are the years that Christmas begins to be magical for her, and us. I can't imagine not being with her for Christmas. And {thanks again to those damn hormones} it almost enrages me to picture someone, ANYONE else other than me/us, being with her instead.
Would Gwen then associate the new baby with Mommy not being there for Christmas?? {I know that this is very unlikely, but these are the things that run through my head.}
I'm a bit terrified at the thought of being in a hospital that day and not at home with my first born. Ugh.
Any day but Christmas. Any one.
Lucky for me, my doctor is the best doctor ever and will do her best to make sure that doesn't happen, all while making sure that baby #2 is safe and not in danger in any way.
So, starting now, let's put good vibes out there that I will be spending Christmas Day at home with my family of four plus Wiley of course.
