Shit Is Getting REAL

We were leaving my mom’s house the other day and my sister in law says to me and my husband while our toddler is reaching her witching hour “so, what are you guys gonna do with another kid?” It was not as rude as it just sounded when I typed it. I just started laughing hysterically, like some sort of crazy person and said “I literally have no idea.”


Like, what the fuck am I gonna do with another kid. How do people deal when they tiny little loose cannons just start multiplying in their households? At least once a week when my toddler is doing something absolutely ridiculous I look at my husband and say “and then there is gonna be another one.” Like, who would just like pile chaos on top of a chaos sundae? Why?


But, then today at the park she climbed into my lap on the swing and put her head on my shoulder and we swung there alone and I thought “there’s gonna be another one.”


Another one to love, to snuggle, to yell at, to sing and dance with, to constantly worry about, to poop on me, to nurse, to watch grow, to laugh with, to play with, to lose my shit over and wonder if I’m screwing up at the end of the day. To protect and worry about with all of my being. Another little girl.


We did that. We made that. How incredibly amazing, how fucking terrifying.

Xoxo,
Shauna
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