This just about sums it up

I must say, it hasn't quite set in that we're going to actually have another baby in the house soon. Another small, helpless, wondrous creature in the house to take care of and lose sleep over. Okay, maybe it's setting in now. Tyler's going to be a big brother. Mike and I will have kids...that's plural. With an "s." Can I freak out yet?

In some ways I'm completely confident. We've done this before, we've raised a sweet and freakin' awesome 2-year-old already. I know we can at least get that far with a second one. And Mike has really stepped up recently, he has taken on more around the house and is a really great Daddy. But in so many other ways I'm scared and nervous. How will we afford daycare? Will we need a bigger car? How will Tyler react when his little sibling is actually home with us, and he won't ever have Mommy and Daddy all to himself again? Can I love another child as much as I love Tyler? Soon, I know, these doubts will be calmed, but I still have 33 weeks of worrying ahead of me.

Another fellow mom introduced me to a wonderful weblog, All & Sundry. And the author, Linda, made a post that I was bawling over, because she put into words so much of what moms are. Some days I wonder if I can bear the weight, but most days are filled with the realization that I can handle so much more.