*Whew- he stopped crying in the time it took me to make a salad and type the above paragraph.
He's sleeping peacefully and my heart is beating a million miles a minute. Anxiety? Pregnancy symptom? Both? I don't know. But as I tweeted earlier, sometimes I feel like I'm too selfish to be entrusted with one (and a half) beautiful, innocent babies. If there's any one person in the world that I'll do anything for it's my Baby K. I think he feels it- I think he knows I'll always be there and that I love him more than anything. Still, there are times throughout the day that I miss sleep. I miss hopping in the car to go to the post office and not have to pack a zillion items just in case or buckle another little body into the car, then into the baby carrier, and then into the car again. Then I feel guilty for thinking how easy it used to be.
I wouldn't trade my role as a mother for anything, but having another one and so soon is really scaring me. I feel drastically unprepared physically and emotionally. How can I expand my bubble of efficiently and lovingly caring for two children instead of just one? I can't believe God has deemed me capable of such blessings in my life. I'm grateful every day.
While I don't let Baby K cry longer than ten minutes at a time, it still makes me feel terribly hopeless because in that moment there's nothing else I can do for him. He doesn't want to be held. He doesn't want to play. All he wants is to fall off into a blissful sleep and I can't say that I blame him. That's all I want today, too.