baby mine.

I have spent most of this pregnancy not thinking about the small boy growing inside of me, but about how his big sister will cope with the changes that he will bring to her world. How will she adjust to not being our only baby? How will she cope with giving up her crib? What the heck am I going to do with her while I am nursing a newborn?!?

For a month now, a shiny new toddler bed has sat assembled and unused in Claire's room. A few feet away, is her crib. I know I need to remove the crib. To pull the band aid off quickly. She will manage in the big girl bed. But after the first night of trying out the toddler bed, and hearing her cry, "Mah chib! Mah chib!" I just haven't wanted to tackle it. Also, the baby's room is an unbelievable pile of things that need a home and the unisex remains of Claire's infancy. At the moment, there is no where to put the chib, even if I could rip it from her clutches.

Here's what I know. Second pregnancy goes fast. My boy reminds me every day that he's here, with his big, huge needs. Ready or not, he's coming.


And always, there's her. Practicing huggies on her babies, planning to give him baths and cottage cheese. Reaching her arms up to me and saying, "uppie, Mama." Already sharing me in small ways even if she doesn't know it yet.