Hello. I feel like I am in boot camp.
It’s funny how you forget certain things about having an infant, until you have another one, and then you’re like ohhhhhh … yeah. THIS. I forgot about THIS.
Husband and I have been on our own with ONE and TWO since approximately one hour after we came home from the hospital. He will go back to work on Monday, but don’t worry — my mom is coming to help, and then hopefully my mother-in-law. I have an immense fear of being outnumbered and I am taking strides to avoid it until I have at least physically somewhat recovered from birthing a baby. That takes a lot out of you.
I would like to state here that while Husband has gotten on my nerves APLENTY since we have been home, and there has been some yelling (me), and tears (me again), I do appreciate him and everything he has done. I understand that most straight men are somewhat uncomfortable in a domestic type role and taking care of the caretaker in the family probably seems … odd.
Every day things have gotten a tiny bit better and although I still have a valid fear that ONE is going to haul off and do something absolutely crazy like pick the baby up and carry him up the stairs … and hide him in a closet … I do feel confident that one day soon we will be an adjusted family of four.
Also, I no longer look pregnant. I just look fat.
Oh, I have been looking forward to your reaction to having two kids. So funny. OMG…you are every other person that has two kids that I know. I can't do it. I'll be THAT PERSON with the spoiled only child. But still complains about how hard it is. Crap.