I'm almost 40 weeks (on Friday) with no 2.
I'm more nervous. Definitely. Nervous about the birth and nervous about the chaos afterwards. Nervous about how DS will take to his new sibling too, and how I'll cope with a toddler in tow. Actually, at the moment I'm really trying to get myself to focus on how much I've loved every second of DS and the fact that we're going to have another beautiful baby in the house, because I'm losing sight of that and mostly just... panicking. 