A Public Service Announcement:
Having the second one is not as glamourous as having the first. It is normal to not really think to much about it, or to shudder when picturing the lack of sleep, personal time, and total mayhem that your life will envelop with the arrival of number 2.
Proof? While this pregnancy was planned and we are very happy that we are having another baby, here's a tidbit from our morning conversation:
With an earnest, almost worried, look on his face, Tony asks me: "Is it normal to not feel as over-the-top excited about the second baby? I mean, I'm excited, but I don't feel the need to call the radio stations and announce it to the world."
Me: It's normal We know what's coming.
We look at Sacha clutching to Mr. Dash with a total dominatrix look on his face, while Dash hums in annoyance.
Further proof: while typing this post, Sacha managed to grab my coffee cup, try to take a sip, be disgusted, pour the coffee on my laptop, and then slip in the spilled coffee running off the laptop keyboard. My first instinct was to protect the laptop, but I fought that in order to be a good mommy and make sure Sacha was ok. Which he was. I then locked him out of the bathroom while I performed emergency surgery on my precious to make sure it still worked. So far, so good. Freaken kid. Now he's trying to eat my power cord.