I am unprepared to divide my time between 2 kids. I am unprepared for Bo not to be the favorite anymore, and even more unprepared if he is? Oh, therapy. I see years of it ahead, which I am also unprepared for. I am unprepared for night nursing (I did pump around the clock for Bo, and I know I really like sleeping through the night, as a result of that). I am unprepared for, but anxious to have a "take home baby." I am unprepared for the cord blood registry expense, but reallyreally think it's something we need to do (any comments from our community of the medically fragile?). I was totally unprepared for gestational diabetes. I'm totally unprepared for another Gemini, but am resigned to the fact that this child will not make it to its original due date, and will be, like Bo, an air sign. God help me.
Somehow, with a double stroller in the garage, I feel calm and hopeful that we will have another natural birth, that maybe I can avoid insulin by swimming more, and that my pelvic pain (symphasis disorder) will abate. It's already feeling much better. And I am oh so grateful to the gods of fashion that flats are back "in."
Bo, by the way, has a drippy nose; hoping it's not allergies. He is into playing tea parties and shopping, learning about currency and horse-trading. He is naturally a better negotiator that I. "One more book before bedtime." Who could say no to that?
