Actually, it doesn’t. At all. There’s no going home again. And this attitude even after all the trouble we had conceiving…. Sure, we’re excited about the baby coming. We’re picking out names and car seats and trying to figure out finances. Leah has her eye on a co-sleeper. But, man, you never have that first baby again. There’s no guarantee, of course, that this delivery is going to be anything like Ava’s. In fact it probably won’t. Why should we feel any more prepared or nonchalant this time around? I don’t get it. It almost (almost) makes me wish we’d had twins the first time, just so there wouldn’t be this second child phenomenon to deal with.
Really, I should quit making up things to grouse about. We’re amazingly lucky and fortunate. It’s wonderful to watch Ava turn from a toddler to an honest-to-goodness little girl. I already find myself a little hurt when she doesn’t return my hugs and kisses; I can’t even imagine what junior high is going to be like.
