Friday, September 6: A story about a time you were very afraid.
Not so much a story. An ongoing fear. One of many.
There comes a time in most marriages, usually when your baby is nearing the year and a half mark, when the discussion of a new addition comes in. I very much want Avery to have siblings. I’ve mentioned this a few times. People have started asking us when we are having the next one (nosy, nosy).
But I am afraid. Afraid of trying and not being successful. Afraid of being successful and then losing another baby. I’m afraid of the feelings that would come out. All the feelings.
Afraid of being successful and having another child. Managing two kids? Sometimes I can’t handle the one we have. All the new mom fears coming back. So. Many. Fears.
But we make the cutest babies. I don’t want to deprive the world of more cuteness.