In less than a month, our family is expecting a new arrival. All things going to plan, our four is set to become five.
On the brink of this impending chaos, I am ecstatic and terrified.
I still look around our home and find it astonishing that we live with a five year old and a three year old for whom we’re responsible. How did THAT happen? Wasn’t it only thirty seconds ago that I was pregnant for the first time? Blissfully obsessed — and unknowing — about the reality that lay ahead.
Third time around it is different. I am less fussed about many things. We have most of the stuff we need, we aren’t unfamiliar with newborns, we have a vague idea of what the next chapter will entail.
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I hope all goes well with you!
In some ways it is the same- just like the days when you had your first or second you might think "I can't do this one second longer" and then you do.
Other ways it is different- the multiplying of relationships is delightful- I love that my littlies have in-jokes that I don't get.
The nicest new thing you are in for is having an older child who can appreciate the baby this time- rather than the toddler who flitted in and out last time but didn't get it as much. This is so fun to watch.
The great bits outweigh the hard bits. We went back for a fourth.
It's wonderful. It's crazy, it's full on and non-stop, but it's wonderful. My three are 4, 2 and 6 months. I never planned on having three, I couldn't imagine having three, but they are the best of friends and I couldn't imagine life without any of them.
Good luck! You've got this!