The word is out – or at least I think it is. If not it will be now.
Holy Cow Moment #: Baby number two is on their way.
Did we just sign ourselves up for a world of hurt? Somedays I think maybe. When my daughter is running around without stopping for hours and all I can do it pray she crashes early so I can go to bed the idea of 2 is a little intimidating.
This baby was a small surprise. Yes we weren’t not trying, but I had been told that it wouldn’t be easy to get pregnant this time around. Why? Well thanks to the first pregnancy I now have a few health issues and on top of that I am still nursing – just barely but I am. Well let me just tell you the doctors are full of poop.
So here I am due in March, just before my darling toddler’s second birthday. Will we survive? I don’t know. I guess we will since millions of others somehow do it. Does that really help reassure me? Not really. I still feel like I am on an island, alone.
If I survive the morning-afternoon-evening: okay I am sick all the time. Whatever dopy doctor names it morning sickness should be shot for the misconception that leads to. Anyway, if I survive that and the new baby survives my toddler trying to take him/her out already by pretending mommy is a trampoline, I suppose we will be okay.
Oh how I wish that a stork really was the way a baby arrived.
Holy Cow what have we just done? :-)