I'm also freaking out because I realize that in 6 months I will have another little person to take care of and I will be repeating the process from hell all over again. I have forgotten all about the sleepless nights and the sore boobs. I keep telling Jim, what were we thinking? I need more time!!! He just laughs, but he is not the one who has to walk weird for 4 weeks because you are so sore plus breastfeed, change diapers (he wont change poopy diapers), comfort them when they cry 23 hours out of the day, take care of Max too, change his diapers, feed him because he wont be able to feed himself yet, try to understand what Max is saying cause he wont be talking yet. So I'm sure it's real funny for Jim. Don't get me wrong, I'm super excited for another little munchkin to be part of our family, I'm just scared I might have a mental breakdown. I'm sort of kidding but not really. I know many other people have done this. Ex: My mom, my mother in-law and lot's and lot's of other people. So I'm sure I'll make it out alive. I just keep thinking how much fun they'll have when they are so close in age. So here's to 3 months down, 6 to go !!! I haven't taken Max to his 6 month Dr Appt yet, so I don't have his stats. But I'm sure he's about 100 lbs.
Max playing outside while I was watering the flowers
Max pretending he was going to crawl when in reality I put him in this stance. He only stayed for about 5 seconds. Long enough for me to snap a photo. He is no where near crawling. haha