




In honor of my friend's 'second time around', I got to thinkin. How different has it been for me, the third time around? Well, for starters:
#1 I NEVER once thought about keeping my pee stick for my scrapbook.
#2 Instead of fun and exciting, I found my "peenatal" visits an inconvenience and even missed a few.
#3 Poor Brian- he didn't get a love note on his pillow about being a new daddy- instead, I just kissed him before bed and said 'how'd you like another kid?'
#4 My countdown to delivery was more about the realization of the dreaded no-sleep zone, than about the actual delivery.
#5 I brought my little man home all by myself, just he and I - liked we'd been out at the mall for the day. And, Brian only stayed about 8hrs. overnight my entire stay.
#6 The poor kid didn't get a "real" bath until he was 2months old and now he can barely get one once a week.
#7 The first time around, we tried to never let David cry. Poor Reagan has to go the distance with this one- waiting until everyone else is settled. Occasionally, he even hits the "high notes".
#8 I haven't been to the grocery store with all three kids yet.
#9 I never entertained the idea to keep a journal or write to him in utero- I knew it'd never happen.
#10 But, because this was the 3rd one and maybe the last- I am taking it all in every moment as best as I can and doing things I didn't with the first.