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In Which Time is Confusing

I find myself in a strange place where time is both flying by faster than I can handle yet also moving tremendously slow.  It has everything to do with the anticipation of Madi. 


One part of me (probably the part that is nine months pregnant and physically tired of being - literally - heavy with child) is absolutely ready for her to come right this minute. This part of me is ready to meet her, to see her face, and to start working out the life of three kids. For this me, June 22nd seems so far away!


The other, more practical, less emotional side of me is excited about June 22nd and does not want dear Miss Madi to come one second earlier than we have planned because there is still so much going on and things to do before her grand arrival! For example, next week (the first week of June) Brooklyn has CYT camp, which I do not want to miss, and Grayson is going to Gymboree class. Then Mom and Dad take Grandma's stuff up to Indiana. We have doctor's appointments and play dates, Father's Day, one last date night (??), not to mention we are still in process of setting up the living room and basement as school/play rooms. Thankfully the last piece of the nursery puzzle is her clothes, and that shouldn't be too difficult, even if she does end up coming early. 


So my feelings are constantly at odds with themselves. Part of me urging the days to go by quickly while the other begs them to slow down. One part anxiously and busily working to complete tasks, the other looking for moments to sit and rest and enjoy these last few "2 children" days. 


Thankfully it is summer and our busy lives have slowed down to a much more relaxed pace. Everything will get done as it needs to. Whether she comes today or June 22nd, her timing will be thoroughly enjoyed by all who experience it with us. 

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