Life is about to become crazy again.
Not long to go until our cosy little family of three becomes four.
While I’m excited at the prospect of meeting our new addition to the family, I’m a little nervous too.
It’s been just the three of us for so long, it’s hard to imagine a new little personality in the mix.
Not to mention I keep thinking about how Miss Izzie is going to react.
Then there’s the whole idea of juggling two kids.
I’m well aware it’s not a new concept.
Generation upon generation before me have dealt with multiple children under one roof and they have all survived.
Well as far as I can tell anyway.
We’ve been telling Izzie for months about the bubba in mummy’s belly and while she points saying “bubba/baby”, I’m not really sure how much she understands.
Especially when she’s having fun and jumps on me, hitting my belly first!
But I’m trying to remain optimistic about her impending reaction, despite the many opinions flying my way.
I’m already going down the path of explaining to her about how much she can help mummy with the new baby.
I’ve told her she can help put dirty nappies in the bin, give the baby lots of cuddles and help mummy with washing and putting clothes away.
We’ll see how long the novelty lasts!
There’s definitely no guarantees and I’m expecting there to be tantrums and drama but I can live in my bubble of hope….until it all goes pear-shaped anyway.
I guess my biggest fear is that Miss Izzie is going to think mummy doesn’t have as much time for her with a new baby in the house.
Yes I’m probably being silly, but for the past two and a bit years it’s been the two of us hanging out together when daddy’s at work.
We read, play, laugh and have a great time.
I’m going to do my best to spend as much one-on-one time with her as I can, but I know things are going to be different.
Our family dynamic is going to change and that’s the reality of life.
It’s just about how we embrace it and move forward.
Despite my worries and nervousness, I must admit I am looking forward to the snuggly newborn cuddles again.
Team that up with the sweet hugs and kisses Izzie gives me and I might just survive whatever else is coming my way.
I’m thinking broken sleep, piles of washing, a messy house, a cheeky toddler and of course who could forget crazy hormones?!
Somewhere in there might be a disheveled husband….I’ll do my best to be nice to him, haha!
And hopefully we all make it out the other side…..