In case no one caught that I have 1.5 children... I'll explain. I am currently 15 weeks pregnant with my second child. And like my first pregnancy, it's been rough. I'm not one of those women that glow and adore being "with child". I'm the puffy, cranky, pukey kind of pregnant and have to remind myself daily that it will all be worth it in the end.
It'll be just a few more weeks before I can find out if Bailey will have to share all his trucks or if he will be stuffed with plastic scones and imaginary tea. And as excited as I am to have my full bladder slathered with goo and prodded... I'm trying not think about it too much. Because if I did, I'd have to face how utterly unprepared I am this time around.
It was different with Bailey. I wasn't working. I was still in nursing school and living yelling distance from my parents. I didn't have a mortgage. I wasn't married at the time which classified me as a "single mother" and afforded me state insurance. Oh and the biggest thing of all... I didn't have another child to care for.
It's weird for me not to have a plan and my shit together. I've been putting everything off until "I know what it is". In a few weeks it will be real and I'll have to figure out what I need to buy, how I'm going to buy it, and how I'm going to get everything done while Jami, my husband, works 2 jobs and goes to school full time. I'm focusing on now and the son that is at my feet asking for milk and goldfish crackers. Until then- whatever.
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