Yep, I have two kids. It hit me yesterday when I told a friend I was chatting with that I had to go get "the kids" ready for their baths. The kids. Not just Ingrid, the kids. Wow.
I love it! Yesterday I was a complete multitasker, nursing Otis in my arms while sweeping up a mess Ingrid had made. And the picture above is from story time before putting the kids to bed. Every day seems to get easier, and I'm happier than I ever could have imagined.
Before we decided on having another baby, I worried a lot about what that would mean for Ingrid. Would she get enough attention? Would she feel left out? Would that take away certain opportunities for her? And now I know, the girl gets plenty of attention, she doesn't feel left out because we include her in everything, and yes, she's going to miss out on some opportunities, but the new family dynamic seems so worth it. We may not get to travel when and where we would without another baby, but we only travel twice a year, the rest of the year we're at home. And our home life is so much more amazing with Otis in it!
When I had Ingrid I was bound and determined not to have another. I got rid of all her baby stuff as soon as she was out of it. I dreamed of when she'd get bigger and we could travel all over with her and show her the world. I never ever ever wanted to be pregnant again. And now here I am, a month out of having a crazy ride having number two, and I'm already thinking I'm not done having kids. WTF??
Brendan says I can't because I'm a bitch when I'm pregnant, and I agree. Pregnancy is not my forte. But motherhood IS, so unless we adopt, which isn't out of the picture, I have to get knocked up one more time to have one more babe. Only one more time, honey, I swear! Who can blame me, my kids are great, why wouldn't I want another one?