The enormity of what we’re about to undertake is about to drive me crazy.
This kid’s due to be born sometime in September and I just can’t seem to get my head around that fact. I look at our place and the absolute lack of any baby stuff. I keep getting bogged down with all of the details and logistics of having a newborn along with a toddler.
I keep going from utter elation one minute to total despair and gut wrenching fear.
I completely understand that we are not the first people to have a second child; I get that. But, I’ve never had a second child before. I feel like we’re just now getting this one child thing down and now we’re fucking that up.
I can’t quite figure out how I’m going to manage two kids under two.
I’ll have Oliver on a boob and Cara running around like a banshee. Also, the logistics of taking two kids to the grocery store by myself just boggles my poor little female brain.
Maybe in a couple of months or years I’ll look back on all of this and laugh at all of my fears. BUT, right now I can’t imagine doing anything but running for the hills.
Running for the hills won’t work this time since Oliver’s still in my uterus and because of that minor detail would have to come along.