Begin again…

One, two…buckle my shoe. Three, four…shut the door.
Five, six…pick up sticks. Seven, Eight…lay them straight.
Nine, ten…begin again.

With thoughts of adding to our family as the constant front runner in my thought pattern, I can’t help but recognize all of the new “beginnings” we will be facing when and if a new child is added to the “K” Crew.

The cravings and sickness, the doctor’s visits, the labor and delivery, the aches and pains…

The sleep deprivation, diapers, the teething, the first words, the crawling, standing, walking…

The baby kisses, late night snuggles, the coos and jabbers of an infant…

It seems so overwhelming when you’re in the midst of it.

I spent a good portion of my free time the other day reading previous posts I’d written about little man and his early days. The post where I introduced him to all of you…posts about his colic, his acid reflux, his first words, his first haircut. It all seems so long ago…yet at the same time, it seems like yesterday.

I’m having a hard time grasping the realization that my first born will be starting pre-school in August. And as excited as I am to bring a new baby into the world (eventually…but hopefully sooner rather than later), it is becoming easier for me to fathom another little one. For the longest time, I couldn’t even picture us as a two child family. I’d try really hard to envision what it would be like to a second child running around, and I just couldn’t do. Hubs and I both thought that maybe we were going to be “one and done.”

But as time has worn on, as little man gets older and steps into new things, I realize that I want one more new beginning. I want to take that step into newness one last time…one more chance to experience everything.

Things were so rushed with Little Man. I didn’t find out I was pregnant until later, thus “missing” the first three months of pregnancy. I was also a newlywed and as much as Hubs and I loved one another and were excited to be married, there was a lot of added pressure and stress to our new relationship. We’ve grown from it; conquered the frustrations, and are closer than ever. And I know that the next pregnancy will be different.

And I’m excited to share in those experiences with the little guy. Excited to see him become a big brother.  Eager to have him be an active part of every aspect of welcoming a new baby. Excited to document it all better, take more photo’s, share more of the experience with all of you.

Beginnings are usually scary…but it’s one beginning that will be worth it.

{linking up today with Mama Kat’s Writers Workshop: prompt #4: write a poem about starting over…that’s why the nursery rhyme is at the top}