My Baby

I am very excited about the new baby.  I am excited to hear their little heartbeat for the first time on next Friday’s appointment.  I can’t wait to find out if we’re having a boy or a girl, and I definately can’t wait for them to be born and to finally see our sweet new baby’s face.

But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I am a little sad too.  My son may be three and a half, but even now to me he’s still my little baby boy.  I have enjoyed having all this time just us-my husband and our baby and I.  Having our newest little one is the beginning of a wonderful new part of our lives, but it’s also the end of a very special time being mama to just my sweet little boy.  I am sad because I know that he will get less attention than he does now-no matter how hard I try to give him as much time as possible.  I am sad because I am afraid that our bond will not be as close as it is now. 

I know our bond will be just as strong, but there is no denying that everything-including my relationship with my baby-will change once we bring in this new little person into our family.  My baby will become my oldest, and there’s a big difference in that. 

I am always telling people about all the things no one ever tells you about pregnancy and parenting-and this is definately a big thing that no one ever talks about.  I can’t be the only mother to ever be a little sad to see their family change for the new baby while simultaneously being thrilled to bring another baby into their lives…but no one ever talks about it.  No one ever tells you-so it never even occurs to you that you might feel that way until you find yourself having your second baby.

All I can say is that I’m glad I have 9 months to get used to the idea.