I've been feeling a little melancholy today.
We are in the process of moving Sean out of Suhn's room. Sunday night was his first night in a "big boy bed" which he shares with his sister. Today I will be moving his clothes and toys into the boys room. The kid will have one room by day and another by night.
It is exciting. It signifies the coming of change. I have never been great with change.
I think every pregnancy this melancholy feeling visits me as I realize our family dynamic will transition to somethingn else. No matter how much I look forward to the change itself a part of me mourns the idea that things will never be the same. This "pregnancy" is no different.
I know the feelings will pass. I know we will adjust to our new family dynamic. I can't wait for Suhn to come home. But for me, transitions are hard. They mark the end of something.
When I remember they also mark a new beginning, the melancholy feeling dissipates some.
Never completely, but I am okay with that.
Its just one more part of the journey.