Right. So, to most of the people I see on a daily basis, this will not be news. It *should* be news by rights since you're not *supposed* to tell people you're pregnant until it's been 3 months, but those of you I see every day have seen me turn green at the sight of food or be completely irrational about the thought of waiting 10 minutes for lunch for the last month or so. It was easier just to tell you.
My, but that came out in an anticlimactic way. Yes, I am pregnant again. Due July 1st. Yes, it was on purpose. Yes, we are excited. If excited means terrified and moderately concerned in the my-god-what-were-we-thinking sense. I love my kid. You all know that. She is, however, in the thick of the I-am-toddler-hear-me-roar phase. Any second now we're going to decide she has a prayer developmentally of exercising some self control and we will turn from placatory parents into Evil Disciplinarians. But not yet. Just now we're watching in some serious amazement as she see-saws wildly between tearfully demanding toys or food and throwing the thing she just asked for on the floor. I wanted another child.... why was that again?
It is our firm belief that six months from now she will have metamorphosized back into a sane or at least predictable kid so that we can drop a sibling on her and completely upset her equilibrium all over again. If this has not happened, she will still theoretically have a sibling and in a year or two they can take out their frustrations on each other while their father and I sit on the sidelines and eat popcorn.
My good friend Rachel has two and still claims she wants 4 (down from an original 10 I think). So someone must make this work. I hope that someone also includes us.
Posted by karen at December 3, 2004 11:59 AM