I've hit that very common phase where no matter how much I am looking forward to holding a new squishy tiny baby, I am realizing how much things are going to change around here for my first squishy tiny baby. I won't be able to drop everything and run around the playground with him anymore.
The feelings are layered. It starts when you get married.... you realize that you are going to be giving up a lot of your treasured "me" time, and it's entirely worthwhile but a transition nonetheless. You still set aside time for yourself, and you don't feel bad about it until you hit the next transition, first child. Then you regret the time you spent on "me" instead of "us," because you know you're going to lose a lot of the "us" time. But gradually you get used to the new normal split of time, and soon it's that one on one time with baby that you realize is going to disappear, and suddenly you're wishing you'd taken time for more of it, even though really that means you would have missed out on the little "us" time and "me" time that was left.....
Not sure if that made any sense. My conclusion has been that I need to be sure to treasure the time I spend, whether it be for me, for us, with one child, or with my whole wonderful little family. Enjoy every moment for what it is instead of anxiously regretting the fact that I can't do all at once.
Enough rambling. Empire waist shirt, layering tank, knit skirt, $12ish.
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