This pregnancy happened a little (a lot!) sooner than I would've chosen myself. When the two lines on the test appeared I can't say I was ecstatic. I don't think I was even close to happy. I am coming around now and I'm glad because pregnancy is hard as it is, I don't need a negative attitude. It's not that I didn't want more children. I did. I was counting on it. I was just ready for a little break. I felt like I had just gotten to a more stable point in my life with regular sleeping, no nursing, children that play together... you know.
I love what three means for our family. I love the idea of three and I don't think I can ever be unhappy about another child. I'm just not happy what three means for me in terms of physical and mental exhaustion for the next two years approximately. At the same time this is how we have chosen to live our lives. Conscious that we are not masters of it and that living it right means not trying to have everything under perfect control at all times. On many days I want to throw these noble thoughts out of the window. Then again, I know I can't. I don't like what I would be left with.
That said, I am very glad about all the happy comments to the previous post. When you're not feeling so happy yourself reading the nice sentiments helps brighten the perspective. Allconsuming nausea is currently successfully distracting me from being completely absorbed by my fear of how I'm going to survive all of this. Nothing like a ton of nausea "helping" you out...
So. Three. Reassure me, mothers!