Ladies – we need to chat about number 2. No, this isn’t going to be a post about excrement (though I am sort of losing my poop and having my own holy sh!+ moments over here) – it’s a conversation about adding another child to the family. Yup…my husband and I are expecting another little girl this summer and this news has me equal parts excited and scared crap-less.
There are lots of philosophies about when to have another child. Some say wait until the first is potty trained. Other say have kids close together…rip the band-aid off and just go for it. Obviously you need to ensure you are financially able to take care of another child, but other than that I’m just not sure there’s ever an ideal time to grow your family. Let’s liken it to adopting a vegan diet, embarking on a rigorous exercise routine, or doing that crazy chili pepper Master-clense thing: It always sounds like something that would be fun to do at another time (like next year). I’m guessing that whether the child at home is 2 or 20…it will never seem like a perfect time to add another body to the household. For me, the timing of Number 2 collides perfectly with a promotion and new project at work. Most days I’m not sure how I’ll figure it all out, but I’m operating under the assumption that I will figure it out…that my village of other working moms will help me figure it out. Because that’s what we do as working moms: like child-bearing MacGuyvers we find creative solutions and we figure stuff out.
Assuming she arrives as planned, Number 2 and Peachy will be roughly 23 months apart. That means surviving the terrible twos (and what I hear are the equally trying threes) with an infant. It means two in diapers and two little people who are still relatively dependent on us as parents. With me working full time this means two in daycare and two different kids who will get sick – at different times. It means two teenage girls who will eventually want to date. Two kids in college at the same time. Two weddings to pay for. I’m no math whiz, but why does it seem like adding just one little tiny human feels like adding a small army of expenses, anxiety, and stress to our lives? I remember a friend telling me (as she juggled her two busy kids while I sat with my mild-mannered sleeping newborn) that “one kid is an accessory…two or more is where things get interesting.”
How will I do it? How do you do it? Kind and generous MacGyver-mommas of WMAG, the poop is about to hit the fan in my house. Please share your advice, battle stories, and wisdom as it relates to adding another child to the family.