[Daniel] On The Eve Of Number Two's Arrival

Tonight is the eve of what ties for the biggest days of my life. Tomorrow (hopefully) our second child (Number Two) will be born and I'm panicky tonight. It has been a year and a half since Mini Me (our first) was born and it has been mostly wonderful. I could've lived without the colic he had early on and I could've done a better job at times but it's been a good time. And as an added bonus, the time seems to have gone by at a snail's pace, which enabled me to really enjoy this time with Moriah and him.

But tonight, as I laid Mini Me down to sleep, something happened and I started to panic. The realization that this was his last night as an only child hit hard and he doesn't even know/understand it. That the room next door that's been prepared for Number Two would be empty just 1-2 more nights and then not again for a very long time was just as difficult. All of a sudden time seemed to speed way up in a way I was not prepared for and do not welcome.

Up until today, I was anxious and excited for Number Two's arrival. I still am. But trepidation about the next couple weeks in creeping in. There's going to be so much more to juggle and get done, which doesn't worry me. What worries me is how the time will pass and what I will make of it.

I can only hope that these feelings will subside and that time will go back to the wonderfully slow pace I have been enjoying since we arrived in Texas almost 3 years ago. I'm going to do my best to make sure both kids feel loved, receive our attention and that we make the most of it. With any luck, it will be enough.