But anyway. A baby! And my last one, so I get through the exhaustion and the nausea and tell myself it's the last time. Everyone else is getting so big. Eleanor has lost two teeth!
And she's starting kindergarten in the fall (how?) and Geneva starts preschool (HOW THOUGH) and so it'll just be me and the baby, rattling around in this house. Maybe I can unpack then.
Josie always told me to wait a while before having a third, because then my two older kids could play together, and this is longer than I intended to wait but here we are, and all my kids want to do is go off and read together.
I'm over here, making dinner, and they're over there having a book club and no one is hanging off my leg going 'Pick me uppppp pick me up pick me up.'
Sometimes things are so good that we can't believe we're starting again at Square One, but other times things are so good that we're thrilled to be pouring in one more. I will say, the body really leans into that third pregnancy