Our days as a family of 6 are numbered. I am having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that at some point this month, our family will grow and we will be an odd number of 7 when baby Joey arrives.
Once baby arrives, our minivan will officially be full. If we travel anywhere with the entire family, there will only be room for the 7 of us.
It’s hard to imagine Ellie not being the baby anymore, because as we had originally planned, she was going to be the end of the line. I had already adjusted to the fact that she was my baby, the last, we were done and now, she’s going to be a big sister.
Before we know it, our house will be filled with the smell of a newborn, the sound of an infant crying or whimpering, and I’m sure for a few weeks, until we all get settled in and use to things, our house will be in complete disarray.
I will be back to nursing a baby on demand, pumping every chance I have, trying to find the balance between being mom, working, sleeping and being a wife.
In all my years as a mom, I have never been so prepared for baby to arrive. This time, I made sure we are armed and ready for Joey to arrive. Diapers are stocked, clothes are clean and put away, baby gear is in place and ready to be used….now we just wait for baby.
I am looking forward to watching it all fall into place. To see each member of our family swoon over the new baby as they always have in the past. I look forward to seeing how Ellie reacts to have a baby in the house and someone who will take attention away from her. I look forward to the chaos that is our large family and the period of adjustment we will all need.
I look forward to holding my newborn son in my arms, introducing him to his daddy, brothers, sisters, grandparents, aunts, uncles and more.
Most of all, I look forward to having this, my final pregnancy, come to an end and watch this chapter of our lives close as we move on and become the family of 7 we were truly meant to be.