Poor Peyton's world is about to be turned upside down, and it truly and honestly stresses me out. In the beginning of this pregnancy I had a few tears feeling so bad about it. Plus, more than once I have felt overcome with guilt over it. Granted I know it is the right thing to do. I know Peyton is going to love having a playmate, and I also know this won't be the only time I do this to our children. However, I worry I won't be able to show enough love to them both. I worry that I will be inadequate at meeting their individual needs, or saying the right thing. I even worry I won't love this second child as much as the first .. though every parent and friend I have says that I need not worry about that. And the closer I get to meeting this little one the less I worry about these things. I haven't stopped worrying about the changes that are sure to occur. Having 2 kids seems absolutely ludicrous to me.
I just have to work through the middle child issues I face I suppose. :) Plus, we all know 3rd children are kinda the best, right?! It didn't help that I was always the "black sheep" in my blonde haired family either.
Now, enjoy this gem.