I just need to get some thoughts down before my head explodes. I have 13 days left until my due date, and the reality of everything seems to be catching up with me. Between work, a teething toddler with allergies, dealing with the ex, and being so pregnant I can hardly move, I am physically and emotionally drained.

Lately, I've been worrying incessantly about how I'm going to survive once this baby is born. Everything from deciding where Lexi is going to stay while I'm in the hospital to how I am going to get them both to sleep at night to do I continue to take Lexi to daycare while I'm on maternity leave. And then there are a million more worries that I can't even put into words.

Every day, I thank God that my mom will be here for almost a week after I get out of the hospital. Then a few days ago, my sister offered to come down after Mom's gone. Yes, I'll be taking her up on that offer!!

I don't even know what my point is...or if I even have a point. I'm ready to go into labor, but at the same time, I never want this baby to come.

Talk all you need to Deb. We will be here to listen. It sounds to me like most things are falling into place for ya. Can Lexi stay with her daddy? And yes, if you can afford it I think it would be best for you to keep Lexi in daycare. Things will be changing pretty quickly for her too and keeping what you can control the same will help her I think. Just breathe and know that most of the stuff you are worrying about you cannot do anything to change or prevent so just take them as they come.

Thanks, Pita.

In theory, sure Lexi could stay with her dad. In reality, I have this feeling that he'll balk at the idea. He has become even more selfish lately than he used to be. I didn't think that was possible. If she doesn't stay with him, she'll stay at our house with my parents.

Affording daycare isn't a problem. Several of my other mom friends have convinced me to send her 2 or 3 days a week (if not all 5) just to keep her in that routine and to give me some alone time with the baby.

My problem is that I tend to over plan and over think everything. It's hard for me to "go with the flow" sometimes.

Deb, I've been there girl! My mother shattered her leg 3 days after Braeden was born...it was awful. I let Sierra go back and forth between my folks and her Dad while I was in the hospital. I did keep her in daycare through my 6 wks off so that I could nap when the baby did. Definitely accept the help, and stay calm. It is much scarier in theory then it is in reality. However...when that baby starts talking back..another thing all together!

I can feel your pain, mommadeb. I have a 10-year-old daughter and am 14 weeks pregnant with my 2nd child. I'm divorced from Connor's daddy and this was a complete surprise from a relationship I'm no longer in. I will be alone if I do this. Am still considering adoption. Just scared to death on how to physically do it. I wish you all the best and am anxious to hear how everything comes out. I know the Lord works in mysterious ways and we never get more than we can handle. But it's stilly scary, isn't it? I'm sure you will do fine. The women on this site all sound so strong. I hope I can be more like them myself. My prayers and thoughts are with you!!

B, those theories can really get us in trouble sometimes. I'm always thinking of the worst case senario and convincing myself that it will be the one to happen.

Connorsmom, I do know that God never gives us more than we can handle, and I tell myself that almost daily (especially on those days that Lexi is being a handful). Thankfully, that's one of the things that I have working in my favor...my faith in God and trust in His will. I've been drawing on that a lot these days.

I was just the opposite. I expected the Father to be there--ended up having to boot him 3 months into the pregnancy. I expected to have an easy pregnancy---I ended up in pre-term labor at 20 weeks and on bedrest. I expected labor to be easy and fine--10 hours in I finally had the epidural. I expected my mother to be there for me after the baby--she shattered her tibia. To top it all off, I was evicted when he was 5 months old.

It won't happen to you, because you've thought of all the possibilities.

I think my streak of bad luck ended when I kicked the ex out the door. Aside from dealing with him and his antics, my life has been going well. Maybe living by the mantra "Hope for the best, but expect the worst" has been working for me.