Here We Go Again

I am pragmatic by nature but also a bit of a dreamer.  At 35, I am still shocked when something that I only envisioned as a possibility becomes reality.  Unless that 99.9% accuracy claim is a sham, I am pregnant with our second bambino.  Blogging was a great outlet last time and it will also prove as documentation that I am a really good whiner and fall squarely in the generation of over-worried, over-researched, and overly consumed with the fact that I am doing something that millions have successfully navigated before me.  For the past few weeks I have felt short of breath as in having to take a break at the top of our meager flight of stairs and having to pull in extra breaths when trying to read or sing to Harper.  Given my decent set of lungs and endurance, this could only have meant one thing.  We are 4.5 weeks into this journey. Already, I am humbled by the fact that child #1 will not be making any concessions for child #2 and sleep with a toddler in the house will be tough to come by.  I am also humbled by the fact that I now need to finish my dissertation a couple months ahead of schedule.  A baby is good motivation, I lost a significant amount of brain cells with the first one and there is no telling what my intelligence will be like come the fall.  Already, I am having to describe items by their uses e.g. "that thing you use to scoop."
All of this to say, we are extremely excited that Harper will have a sibling. If her bossing around of the dog is any indication, she is made for the big sister role.  Kevin has the parenting job down so between the two of them, this second child stands a chance.  He or She will be gracing us with their presence mid to late October and although it's early, I must guiltily admit that once again, I seem to be avoiding nauseau and feeling good overall.  I best go knock on some wood.  More to come....