I am currently pregnant with baby #2 and have a lively run-around-mad toddler :)
I keep reading lots of lovely, fluffy unrealistic comments from pregnant friends/acquaintances on facebook and would never burst their bubbles of watching lovely growing bump/cute clothes/looking longingly into Moses basket willing baby #1 to arrive at 39 weeks not 42+, following failed induction(s)! resulting in EMCS
So - feel free to burst my #2 hopes and dreams of:
Best friends
Playmates
Holiday companions
School pals
Teenage team
Sticker-up-against-bullies-togetherness
Are they are going to fight for years and years and years and ... ?
Are me and DH going to pull our remaining hair out on a daily basis?
Are they going to cost us a fortune!
as I gaze at baby clothes and forget the hell of night feeds/no sleep/recovering from major surgery/weeks and weeks of LOCHIA!