Well, technically, six. But since I’ll either be induced or C-sectioned at 39 weeks, it’s going to be five.

That’s insane. I really don’t even remember what to do with a newborn. Their heads are all floppy and they’re so tiny and they cry a lot and they’re so small and cute and snuffly but OMG – WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH A NEWBORN AND A TODDLER?

I think I’ve buried my head in the sand for the last eight months and have been in complete denial on what will be actually happening. That’s probably for the best. Otherwise, people would stop having babies after the first one, right? Welp, here’s to winging it!