It seems incredible that six months and a peak of pregnancy have passed. Going through week 29 and entering the final stretch, from now on the countdown begins. There are only 11 weeks left to finally see her face.
I am beginning to become aware that we will soon have the baby at home. I have already bought her first clothes and I begin to prepare “her place” within the family and the house.
The nest syndrome attacked me strongly in recent days. I have enough tired because I am emptying and ordering the cabinets throughout the house. Where I look, it gives me to order and clean.
I tell my husband that it's normal, but he doesn't think so when he doesn't find his things where he used to keep them. Physically I feel phenomenal, I have gained just 6 kilos, so I still feel quite agile, except for a pain in the lower back that sometimes leaves me hard.
I try to swim daily and walk, although there are some days that sincerely makes me lazy and the heat does not contribute to too much walking.
With regard to my oldest daughter (poor thing, I call her "older" and she is not even two years old) I have a mixture of feelings. It is a baby and at the same time it is so big, it has grown so much ...
I look at her and I think she will no longer be my little princess, my baby and I can't help feeling guilty about dethroning her.
It will be normal. A friend who just had the second one also feels it. It will be a matter of dividing the dose of love between two and making the arrival of your little sister as natural as possible.
