This is the last summer we’ll spend as a family of three.
I’m still trying to wrap my head around this life-changing thing that’s happening in just a few short months. Sometime this fall, our three will become four and our whole family dynamic will change forever. And if we’re being brutally honest, that’s just as scary as it is exciting.
Two kids. Two boys, actually. Mother of two. Party of four.
With my first pregnancy, it was nine solid months of preparation. Shopping. Cleaning. Cooking. Decorating. Reading. Researching. More shopping. Daydreaming. More shopping. I was entering a whole new world, this world of parenting, and you better believe that I was going to be prepared. And not just prepared. Over-prepared.
Then pregnancy number two comes along, and there’s just so much going on with raising a toddler and living in the city and potty training and swim lessons and playgroup and running a household and cooking and cleaning and laundry (so. much. laundry.) that there just isn’t a single moment left in the day to even think about preparing for another baby. And besides, how much preparation does the second baby really need, anyway? I’m thinking we buy some diapers, set up the rock ‘n’ play, and call it a day. Amiright?
But don’t believe for a second that I haven’t been thinking (and dreaming) about how life will be different this fall. How this new tiny human is going to impact our family, and our individual lives, in a big, big way. How my sweet, rambunctious toddler is finally going to have a playmate his own age to play with (read: boss around). How my husband will have two boys (boys!) to teach how to play baseball and to take on camping trips and to sporting events. And how my life is going to look drastically different as a mother of two.