Considering how long the idea of another has been pinging around in my head, and these past since months have been ones of trying... It's odd that now, finally, I'd be freaking out a little. Like, dude, I know what to do with ONE. What do I do with TWO?
Maybe it's a little getting ahead of ourselves. I mean, there's a whole new calendar year to roll around before we get to that. There's already been discussion of how we're going to set everything up. Our house is SMALL. Finn's bed takes up so much room as it is...
And Finn's such a momma's boy. I have no idea how he's going to take it. At three, will he understand what it means to share, and that by sharing, it doesn't mean he's loved any less? Oh I hope, I hope, I hope.
Until then, say a prayer, hope a little hope, think good thoughts, and breathe.
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