Note: Before reading this post, I would like to state that no, I am not pregnant! Carry on.
This is probably the most frequent question I have gotten since Samuel’s birth:
“Are you going to have any more?”,
sometimes partnered with its more personal cousin “Going to try for that girl?”
Which, of course we wouldn’t hope for a one gender over another!
JUST KIDDING! I have three boys and don’t find poop-humor amusing so…yes, I’d like a girl!
(Do I need to add that of course we would love another boy? And be thrilled? Please tell me we’re past that!)
Ever since I can remember, I have been saying that I wanted three or four children.
Brian and agreed early on; three or four.
So, for me, Samuel was a given. There was a third one coming down the pike. (pipe? anyone know?)
I just always felt like someone was missing.
And here he is! Samuel!!
We have three!
And ooooooh, my honeys, let me tell you about three!
I know several people who are pregnant with their third child so, for them, I would like to say: It’s…nice! Skip to the end!
For all the rest of you, (who have one or two and like to laugh at peoples’ stupidity at having more, or those of you who have 4+ and think I am a big whiny baby) lean in closer….
THREE CHILDREN IS CRAZY!
GAAAAAAAH!!!! SAAAAAVE MEEE!!!
Okay, it’s not that bad, in fact, I would have to say that it has been my easiest transition so far!
(with my 0-1 kid transition being the hardest…akin with getting hit by a logging truck after being awake for an entire week…I imagine)
Also, this is a particularly hard stage: having all three at home, and all three aged 5 and under.
But this.is. intense!
My brain is constantly buzzing!
I have THREE heinies that I am responsible for wiping!!! Oops! I mean FOUR heinies! See, I even forgot to count my own heiny!!
Samuel: I have to keep alive,
Isaac: I have to keep from killing Samuel or himself, or breaking everything breakable in our house.
and Joseph: I have to encourage, and comfort, challenge, and listen to endless star wars/superhero/the meaning of life/math equation trivia!
(Seriously, yesterday I was in the middle of doing lunch dishes, Isaac was screaming about something, the baby was crying because he was tired, and Joseph casually walks in and asks, “Mama? Whats 20+20+10+5?”)
I feel as though I am a pie being sliced into smaller and smaller slices while I turn around in circles wiping things!!
So, I take a deep breath and hustle my brood out the door to go on adventures… like Costco on a Tuesday!
I say, “Get your shoes on please! Shoes on! SHOES ON!!!” a million times and zip up two big boy coats.
Off go Joseph and Isaac to the mini van, Joseph shouting “I WIN!” and Isaac screaming at the unfairness of it all.
I wrap the baby in a blanket (I’m already holding him, since I hold him all day) and pull on his hat.
I flip off the lights,
grab my purse,
inadvertently turn back
trying to find…
the one who is still missing.
(Heaven help me.)