Yup, I have a problem. I have friends who are about to pop and I see lots of amazing bellies around me. No, not really envying how it feels to carry around that bowling ball between your legs, but having some major issues with baby clothes bins, watching my baby grow up and thinking, “Is this it?”
“Is this it?” What is that supposed to mean? Am I happy? Yes. Is my life crazy? Ummmm, hell yes. It is C.R.A.Z.Y. dragging little brothers to ballet and soccer, working, trying to work my way up and over on the teacher pay scale, wondering how/when/if I would ever be able to stay home.
Annie, you’re 34 years old with 3 kids, probably never going to be a SAHM…
3 kids. Blessed. But what about all the cute girl stuff packed away in boxes on the 3rd floor? What about a sister for Emily? I bring it up a lot and Emily says, “Would you be all set with just one more?” LOL. I wonder where she’s heard that.
Yup, I’m one of 4. Girl, boy, boy, girl is how my mom did it. She has always said I will end up like her with one more. But how? What if it’s not a sister for Emily? Of course I love my boys. But is wanting a sister for Emily enough reason to go for #4?
Nope, I’m not pregnant. Thank you, Jesus. But I’m not so sure about this baby thing. I listen to so many other moms tell me “We are DONE.” They say it with such certainty. What is wrong with me?
We can’t afford college for 4. What am I, nuts? Does everyone feel like this after 3? How do you know when you’re DONE? How do you really know? Or is it that I’m obsessed with the little tiny things called babies? They do grow up, I know. They’re not kittens. That year of baby goes by way too fast. But don’t they keep you young? That’s what my mom always told me. I kept her young.
Emily is turning 6 next month. Six years old.
Brothers are cool. Would I go for #5 if I didn’t get Em a sister on the next go? Is this a disease?
What is wrong with me? Family vacations? Restaurant booths? Stow, party of 6 would be a bit much, right? But we’d still fit in the Traverse…
Oh, the Lord save us.