As my pregnancy draws to an end I am in a state of flux; I can’t wait to meet this little man whom I’ve grown for the past nine months – to hold him, to feed him, to love him totally and utterly, but at the same time I’m scared and a little sad.
I’m scared that I won’t have enough love to go round – how can my heart fit anymore love inside when it is filled so completely with Busby and Nick?
I’m scared that I won’t be able to manage with two children by myself in, what is still, a relatively unknown place to me.
I’m scared that my PND will rear its ugly head.
I’m scared that Busby will feel neglected or rejected; she’s had all of our attention for two and a half years now – it will be very difficult for her to adjust. [Read more…]