I know, I know…I am supposed to be writing you my birth story.
I had a lot of thoughts about transitioning from one to two children a few weeks ago. I wondered what it would be like to go back to having a child who had to be carried around. Or what it would be like to be concerned about pennies on the floor instead of thinking – “I’d better pick that up when I vacuum later.” (Also – where do all these pennies COME FROM?) Is my Princess going to have jealousy issues? Am I ever going to sleep again? (The answer to that last one appears to be no).
In all honesty, so far, the hardest thing is THIS. Grabbing some time to myself to do something I want. Or to blog. Because – I should be sleeping right? Giving up some of my extra “me” time hasn’t been as hard as I thought. I pretty zealously guard any time to myself, so I thought it would be a nightmare. I’m giving it up to the two (or three, lets include my husband) best people on the planet. It’s okay.
Still, for a while, you’ll probably get a lot of short posts from me that just include one of these:by