Magnus, shy but highly spirited, loving but with the world’s shortest fuse known to man, and a great appetite for all things carb and dessert.
I’m in the third trimester of this pregnancy now. How I got here… I’m not quite sure. The first 20 weeks were a blur of nausea and vomiting, headaches and, well, mainly denial. The last 9 weeks were quick and uncomfortable, with little sleep and sheering sciatic pain. So I can only imagine what the last 11 weeks will hold, but to be completely honest, I’m not in a rush to find out just yet. As uncomfortable and tired as I am now, I am terrified of what it will be like taking care of three kids.
When I got pregnant with this little guy everyone said the same thing, “The transition from one to two is hard, but three is a breeze.”. Really? REALLY?! Because he’s not even here yet and let me tell you this pregnancy has been the hardest one yet. So if this time is any indication of what’s to come I’m really not sure I’m cut out to do this!
The boys have exactly two modes, over-the-top noisy silliness or screaming maddening fist-fights. That’s it. Unless they’re asleep, and then they’re silent. Our house over the past four months has increasingly become louder and louder. They’re (almost) 6 and 2.5 and they are the human versions of the energizer bunnies. Their silliness bounces back from one to the other escalating until I can barely hear anything except the ringing in my ears, reminiscent of my post clubbing nights. They have no ceiling, they just keep going.
They fight me to the core against dressing to leave the house in the morning, or getting their pajamas on at night. I used to be able to keep up with them, to wrangle them to the floor and forcibly put their shoes and hats and pjs on. But I’m huge and pregnant and out of breath now, and I can’t move any quicker than a sloth. I yell more than I think is reasonable but that’s all I can do and usually its met with complete disregard or laughter. To them its funny, I’m funny, my rage and frustration is funny. You know that dream you have some times where someone is chasing you and you try to move but you can’t, and you try to scream for help, but nothing comes out?? Terrifying? Yes. My life daily? Yes.
So how will I manage my existing gremlins and a newborn? Um well, the short answer is I don’t know, and as time draws near for this little guy to come, I’m less sure of my abilities to mother than I’ve ever been. But one thing is for sure, the whole bit about three being easier than two kids, is a crock of BS cooked up by triple kiddo families to entice the ignorant into joining their noisy crazy club.
Johannes, thoughtful, loving, the entertainment at the party and scared of his own shadow. His first wiggly tooth started this week and he couldn’t be happier!
**I’m sneaking into the 52 portrait project just a wee bit late. I never really did it before, I tried but failed. The concept is easy, take a portrait of my kids once a week, every week for one whole year…52 weeks worth. So if and when I can get them to stop moving I will be doing this little personal project and sneaking it into my other posts, but most of the time expect a blur…blurrrrrr.**