Happy Birthday

My baby is turning 2. In a few months I will be 29. For most people not a big deal. But for me, a very big deal. You see, when my squirrel turned two, I was pregnant with the monkey. When the monkey turned 2, I was pregnant with my wild child. Now, he will be two- and I am NOT pregnant. I am breaking the cycle- 22, have a baby; 24, have a baby; 26 have a baby. I cannot even describe the joy that this brings. My BABY will be two. Not, my child will be two, and my baby is on the way. NOPE! No way!

I never thought I would feel "done". I thought I would always be jealous of whomever was having a baby. Boy was I wrong! I cried all the way home from the hospital two years ago. I was sad that a chapter of my life was closing. I still remember that feeling, but I don't feel it anymore. Although the idea of my squirrel growing up still makes me sad, each phase she enters makes me excited for the boys to get there too. I don't want them to grow up too fast. But I have learned that there is more to my identity that being a mother of a preschooler, and I am glad. I'm so glad that I have all three of them. And I'm so glad that I ONLY have the three of them. Bring on the terrible twos. I'm ready!