I guess it’s getting to be time, because I am really itching for baby #2. The terrible twos have been rough, but Ava is really pretty easy in comparison to some other kids I’ve been around. I think I can mentally have another at this point. I am truly amazed by those women that have babies back to back because I know I could not do it. I definitely know my limits. And two tiny ones would not be manageable for me. Ava will be three in September and I think she would be thrilled with a sibling. She loves babies. Two of her little friends now have baby brothers and she can’t keep herself away from them. Nor can I for that matter. I can’t hold those tiny, precious things enough.
The hubby and I have been talking about it a lot and I think once the year comes to a close we’ll really do it. I’m just nervous we aren’t ready. He just applied to grad school and I just signed up for classes myself. I’ve got two four-hour classes coming up this weekend alone. I’m also gearing up to apply for my CSEP certification and I just took on some side work as a Social Media Specialist. Ava starts dance classes on Saturdays this month and then she has Friday afternoon music classes starting at the end of summer and we are all going to California in June. And then throw in life in general. I just got really tired typing all of that. Five years ago I would’ve laughed at all of this. Not only would I have laughed, but I probably would’ve been confused. And then I would’ve been on my way to happy hour. Life is funny that way. It doesn’t take long for things to change completely. But I see other busy moms managing multiple kids and some of them even make it look easy. I suppose I’m afraid I won’t be able to handle it all.
I can’t forget how expensive kids are. I’ve learned a thing or two after having Ava, but I still just went to Target and bought her five new outfits. And a soccer ball. And sunglasses….I don’t even want to finish. I literally cannot get in and out of that store without spending $100. I should be banned from that store. Don’t bother asking me what else I bought because I’ve already forgotten. Maybe we’ll have another girl and we’ll be able to give her Ava’s hand-me-downs. We’ve given some stuff away, but I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of a lot of it. But a little boy would just be so wonderful.
And then we’ll probably need a bigger house. We only have two bedrooms. But I don’t know whether we can afford a bigger place right now. And neither of us are ready to move any further south of the city and our neighborhood is certainly not getting any cheaper. I just don’t feel prepared for another one. But will we ever really be prepared? I don’t see us getting any less busy and I don’t see a lottery win in our future, but I just don’t know if I can wait much longer. Lord knows we didn’t know what we were doing the first time. That may be why I am so paranoid about being prepared this time. All I know is my clock is ticking and I want to have another one while I’m still fairly young.
Excuse while I go and find an episode of Teen Mom. That should do the trick.