There are days that I'm ready for bed before dinner time and don't ask me the last time I washed my hair. Don't even get me started on dinner time, this week was the first week in weeks that I actually cooked a meal. Luckily Clari loves chicken nuggets and Ryan likes (most of the time) to cook his own creation. I try to take a step back and remember that as exhausted as I am at this point in the day that she has no idea what's going on. When there's a temper tantrum over something small I try to remember that she's vying for my attention.
My mom told me to give her the world of patience now because her little world is about to change forever. It's so true and something I try to practice everyday. Hopefully she soon realizes that she's getting either brother or sister, and not a baby shark or donut though...
I finally feel like I'm gaining a little energy back and can open the fridge without gagging. Thank goodness for a husband that picks up the slack and all he ask for in exchange is to make sure his favorite beer is bought on my weekly grocery trips. That's a good man.
As much as I complain and feel awful, I must say we are absolutely thrilled. Anxious and nervous as well. I look at the chaos that one child can do to a house and I start to get really anxious over handling two, but I live for the chaos that a family brings to the home. I would be bored if we didn't have a toddler sticking stickers on every inch of our house, a husband who over flows the dishwasher, or myself crying over spilt milk (it was the last bit and cereal was a must have).
As I said "Clari say cheese! You are going to be a big sister!" She yells "I don't wanna be one!"
Taylor
