Two kids. Yup, come March, I’m going to be a mom of two kids.
Am I nervous? That would be a big fat hell to the yeah.
There. I said it. I can’t take it back now.
The past few nights I’ve had crazy dreams about sibling rivalry, about me losing control, about never sleeping again. I’m being ridiculous right? And please tell me I’m not alone. Please tell me everyone (moms? dads?) think this before their 2nd, 3rd, (4th??) are born.
I have always wanted 2. We’ve always planned on two.
We’ve just hit a new stage with the Bug. The terrible two’s are well on their way. Tantrums are becoming the norm. But he goes to sleep well. I get a solid 7-8 hours every night. He can “talk” to me (although 1/2 the time I have NO idea what he’s saying which then results in the aforementioned tantrum.) Thrill me.
OMG, I’m going back to getting up every 2-3 hours to feed. I’m going back to absolutely NO SCHEDULE whatsoever.
I am sure this is just the beginning of my freak-outs. I’m sure some will be intense, full of raging pregnancy hormones and tears. For now, it’s just simmering at the surface. Waiting. Mocking me.
I’m SO excited! I can’t wait to know what the gender is, what personality it will have, what it will look like.
But I can’t lie. I am also scared to death. How in the world am I going to do this?
*Huge sign of relief* I feel a smidge better now that I’ve admitted it and gotten it out there. Judge away.