I guess at this point everyone who reads this will already know we are expecting a little brother or sister for Blaire. We are very excited, though candidly it's been difficult getting my head around the whole thing. In many ways it feels like we've just gotten used to having Blaire and have finally adjusted to our child rearing life. Adding another kid to the mix not only seems abstract, it seems impossible.
Since Ally and I both have siblings with multiple kids and who frankly have a lot less help than we do, I know that raising multiple children is possible. I hope that I'm not the only parent to ever feel like they can barley handle one child, and so are completely intimidated by the thought of having two. I'm assuming (praying) that it will happen, we will adjust, and before we know it we won't remember what life was like without two children. It just seems like a lot to hope for, especially since I still remember what life was like pre-children.
To be fair I remember being very nervous about having Blaire for similar reasons. I already felt time constrained by work and church, and had no idea how to take care of a baby, and yet somehow we've managed. But the thing is, currently we can both concentrate on Blaire. We can tag team when things are tough. When Ally was pregnant with Blaire and didn't feel well, or needed a nap, she could just rest. Now if I'm at work, she can't just go lie down, unless of course she doesn't mind Blaire tearing the place apart and endangering herself in the process. I realize I am expressing the dilemma of many a mother or parent, but now it's happing to me so it seems like a much bigger deal.
As I said though, we couldn't be happier. The more our now little one grows, the more excited we get. Ally had an ultra-sound last week and for the first time it really looked like a baby. Can't wait to meet him or her.
