Scary stories from a lovely place
Rumours are rife about my burgeoning middle. It’s not just too much Christmas ham and bread sauce and caramel slice, though there is that as well. My belly does indeed contain a little baby. Said baby is actually not so tiny. He or she is 16 weeks along and apparently the size of an avocado.
It seems a little crazy that we are having another one, what with Silas still a baby himself. Indeed we were pretty overwhelmed when we found out, even though we only have ourselves to blame. Silas will be 13 months when his little sister or brother arrives. It’s going to be full on. It already is.
Just the other morning Stephen was relating a conversation he had with a friend about balancing all his work/family/fun commitments. I asked Stephen what he told the guy were his commitments this year. He said “I’m going to go to work and come home and try to stop Kim from killing Silas.” It’s not that bad. He’s using hyperbole.
Besides this there are lots of other reasons not to….
Babies are so time consuming. They are bloody painful to get out. I was looking forward to being skinny again. I was looking forward to going back to uni or getting a job – those things will have to wait longer now. I won’t sleep through the night for another few years.
But look at how cute the first one we made is……
So if the next one is as cool as Silas we’ll be okay, tired and perhaps a little mad, but okay. And I reckon he’ll be able to help with the new one. He can do some cooking and washing and make me tea. After all he is already crawling, even though he can’t sit up yet, so he’s clearly ahead of the pack, in brute strength at least.
Bring on little Steve or Kim junior.