Sitting on my couch in the quiet early morning typing this.
The husband has already dashed off to work.
Mabel is still sleeping.
Toddler toys are strewn across my living room floor.
Baby #2 is lightly moving in my belly; there isn’t much room left for her.
And my mind is constantly thinking...
Life is about to change and I’ll admit I’m sad and happy at the same time.
Sad? How could I be sad?
Well, it’s not a normal type of sad, it’s just that a ‘goodbye’ is headed my way and it truly is a ‘goodbye’, not just a see you later. My little family of three that I’ve gotten so used to over the past three years (well, it’ll be three years on Valentine’s Day) is about to never be the same…we’ll be a family of four.
A part of me wonders how Mabel will react to it all, she won’t be the center of attention and she’ll have to share the spotlight. Is she ready for it? How will she handle the new baby? And I hope she doesn’t feel left out…I’d never want that.
Then I question myself and wonder how hard it is to be a mother of more than just one child. Will it be easy or take a lot of work? I hope each child knows they are loved equally.
And then I have to stop and realize that so many other families out there have already gone through this, a lot of times, more than once…having three, four, five plus children. I can’t be the only one who feels ridiculously sentimental about all of this.
One thing I know = this little gal is going to make a great big sister…
So we might be losing a family of three…but we’re gaining a lovely little family of four.
Did you go through similar feelings when expanding your family?