I have a bun in the oven. Well, that’s an understatement. I have a full grown pumpkin in my oven. I am about to burst and could not be more uncomfortable. We were not sure about having a third, but when K got to be about two and things were starting to become manageable, kids were entertaining themselves and each other, we thought this was a good idea. Ha! As the pregnancy has progressed and our first two ladies got older and more belligerent and mouthy (read: Assertive and creative with their language choices), we quickly realized that this was going to be difficult!
Issue #1: We put the girls in bunk beds. This is a problem for many reasons. They think it is a jungle gym. They spend all their time playing instead of sleeping. They rile each other up and encourage one another to do naughty things. They think this is hilarious.
Issue #2: They are loud. As kids get older, the volume that they are capable of reaching grows exponentially. My daughter bellowing “Let It GOOOOOO” at the top of her lungs will not be conducive to my next pumpkin getting any sleep at all.
Issue #3: Mom and Dad no longer hold any clout, and their commands are apparently merely suggestions which can be ignored at will. They never listen to us. Ever.
Issue #4. Mom and Dad are so tired it is ridiculous. The idea of not sleeping due to feedings etc doesn’t even phase me because we sleep so little anyway. This presents a problem when it comes to our problem solving abilities and our capacity to maintain patience and calm. See: Issue #1 – the bunk beds.
All this notwithstanding, we are pretty excited to meet this little one. We are having a BOY this time and I will rant about that in another post. Not that I am having a boy, but everyone else’s opinions and comments about me having a boy.
The countdown is on! Baby should be here any day now! Ooooh… is that a contraction I feel?