“We don’t make mistakes, we just have happy little accidents.” -Bob Ross
As the youngest of three, I always imagined having three children myself one day.
I gave up on this lifelong dream after my second child was born and my husband argued that we didn’t have the means for a third. He was adamant.
But, I’m sure quite annoyingly, I seem to get my way. At least, eventually.
When this school year started, anytime I saw a pregnant mama, I immediately thought in my head “Haha, sucka!!” Not just because they were pregnant, but also because of what they were soon to face. The crying. The sleepless nights. The breastfeeding/feeding. The good, the bad, and the ugly.
Then my husband and I became friends with a couple that are still growing their family. They just had a little one back in April. My husband was hanging out with the guy and he simply said something along the lines of “after two, it’s kinda like meh. It’s all the same.”
This gave my husband a profound revelation (Um. WHAT?) So, he changed his mind. He told me it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if we had another one.
Now I am almost 28 weeks pregnant and we’re having a girl! It has been a tough couple of months. When I was pregnant before, I was able to rest a lot and take it easy. This time, I have to cart two kids to and from school and we always seem to have a sh-t ton of laundry. But I can’t complain too much, my husband is an amazing partner and he gives me a ton of time to relax and recoup from my day when he gets home.
The best part about this pregnancy is watching my daughter’s excitement grow. She is 6 now and she completely understands what is happening with her mama, and soon to be, her family. She has folded and refolded the baby clothes twice (that I know of), and part of our new bedtime routine is feeling my belly waiting for our sweet girl to kick. She has also told me to add a few things to our registry because “baby needs more pajamas and toys!”
My little guy, (4yo), isn’t quite as enthused as his sister, but I think it’s because he doesn’t fully understand what is happening. When asked where baby is, he points to my tummy, and when cuddling me, he occasionally cuddles my belly, but that’s the extent of it.
I am very much looking forward to seeing how both of my kids respond to our newest member of the family. Now, if only I can get through the next 12 weeks!!! (That’s when we get to the REALLY FUN part!)