My mother, who has had 4 children, told me that I was her most active baby in utero. I was also her most difficult baby/toddler/everything. Really, I don’t even know how she had more children with me as her example. There were times I think I was lucky to survive the day.
This boy is way more active than Smushy was. She is already a difficult toddler (easy peasy baby, not so easy toddler). After hearing what my mother said, I have been walking around TERRIFIED of this baby for days now. Ignorance truly is bliss. Going into it the first time, I just didn’t know what to expect. This time, I know how hard it can be. And now I just keep thinking it’s going to be so much harder. Not because of having 2, though that too. But because I’m afraid HE will be so much more difficult as a baby than she was.
We went to Michael’s tonight to pick up a few crafting things for the Smush and a couple other odds and ends. At the check-out, the cashier and I started talking about how toddler can be. You know, annoying and difficult. She asked what I’m having and I told her it was a boy.
She then gave me the best gift ever. She said her boy was much more active than her daughter and he is so much easier. An older lady behind us chimed in saying that same thing. She said she would take 10 of her sons over 1 of her daughters. ”Boys are so much easier.”, they both assured me. I thanked them over and over. I needed to hear that. I need to not be afraid of the changes that are coming.
Even if it doesn’t end up being true.