Let me be completely honest.
There are days when I think Oh crap, I'm about to have TWO cranky, crying, pooping, snotty, needy kids?!?!
And only 20 months apart! How will I stay sane?!
I imagine twice the laundry, more sleepless nights, double the vomit when the stomach bug comes around.
I see one being potty trained while the other goes through diapers like sand through an hourglass.
I hear two different cries for mama. I see two wiggly bodies to dress and two knotty heads to detangle.
Twice the bad behavior, double the time-outs.
One will pull at my breast while the other pulls my hand to take her outside.
Two car seats to wrangle and four shoes to search for.
I know sometimes it will be more than twice the work and will take more than double the energy.
But I rarely go to this dark, scary place.
I'm not kidding myself, it won't be easy.
But when I wonder how I will get it all done...
I imagine two slippery bodies fresh out of the bath, two giggling girls on the bed between Mom and Dad, four bouncy pig tails in my rearview mirror.
I think of double the kisses and twice the hugs.
I know we will have infinitely more laughter. Oh, the laughter!
Double the bed time stories, two telling terrible jokes, twice the magic.
Two tiny voices singing off-key with Mama and dancing like maniacs.
I forsee sisters holding sticky hands and sharing secrets.
Twice the innocence and beauty.
With more than double the love coming our way... how can I worry?
We are too (two?!) blessed to be stressed.
I say bring it on...