We have 100 days until Baby Holdy #2 is due. Do you remember “100” day in school? We spent the whole day doing 100-themed things. Everyone brought 100 of an item. We counted to 100. We colored 100 squares. We made a line of 100 kids. It was awesome. And this was before the 100 emoji, mind you. Imagine how lit 100 day is now

I remember I decided to bring 100 Rice Krispie kernels (my favorite cereal as a kid… I called them Krin-Krins). My mom handed me a sandwich baggie and I remember thinking “OMG I’m definitely gonna need like a backpack to hold 100 pieces! It’s 100 pieces mom! That’s soooooooooo many!!!” I was utterly shocked when all of a sudden I hit 100 and they all fit in a tiny sandwich bag, with plenty of room. “But… I thought… 100…”

100 isn’t that much. Many? Much. Muchly. 100 is not as big a number as it sometimes sounds. Especially when you realize how many of those 100 days are spent in busy holiday celebration. It’s practically Thanksgiving. Then it’s basically Christmas. New Years follows immediately. I’m hoping to prep for baby, get a fresh new year start, and teach another planning class in January so that month is gonna be fast & full. Then it’s Reese’s birthday and Baby Holdy #2 will be here!!!!!!

This happened last time, too. The first half took forever, but the second half was October-January and was jam packed with activities and holidays.  It was rapid, up until the last week of teaching and then the 2.5 weeks until Reese was born, when it slowed way down for me. It’s one reason February is such a great time to have a baby! The other reason is sweaters.

I’m really into Big Picture planning and looking ahead, so December already has goals and party plans and even some outfit ideas. January is staring me down, itching for some ink. I can’t help but feel like these 100 days are already revving up to blow by me. I felt really prepared for Reese’s arrival, so I’d like to replicate that. Is it possible with a toddler who decided to crash land firmly in Terrible Two territory several months early? Only time will tell.

There are 100 days to live up and take advantage of only having 1 kid. I’m starting to realize every day just how simple 1 kid is. I’ve been doing this mental exercise where I try to think “Ok… so how would I do this if I ~also had a newborn?” as I go about my regular days. There are a lot of things that will be totally fine, totally doable. I’ll be able to rock them. And there are other times where it’s eye opening and I’m starting to wonder exactly how I am going to make it work. (Getting in and out of cars. Eating at restaurants. Having the time to paint my nails AND let them dry.) I’ll be a disaster for a while but I’m sure we’ll figure it out eventually.

I have 100 days to prepare for that cute little tornado to upend everything. 100 days to soak up Reese+Mom time. 100 days to celebrate and party and eat and sleep. 100 days to accomplish some big goals and get ahead so that I can fully enjoy the little ball of warm for a month or two when she arrives without having to do ~stuff.

100 days.

Or maybe fewer. Because right now it feels like she’s already trying to punch her way out.