When I was pregnant with Angelina I worried about everything. That she would be healthy. That she would be cute. That I would learn to love her. That I would figure out this whole “mom” thing. That I wouldn’t screw her up too bad. Worry. Not all the time, these were just the thoughts that ran through my mind.  I followed all the rules- no coffee, no lunch meat, no standing in front of microwaves- I did it all the way I was supposed to..in hopes of subsiding the ebbing worry.

When I was pregnant with Tyler I didn’t really have the same concerns.  My concerns became…How can I teach him to pee standing up?  I’m not so good at making truck noises… What if he gets my athletic genes (or lack thereof)? Can I love two kids as much as I love my one? How will I love a boy? I get girls…but- boys were a mystery…

Now as I sip my latte, and think about the turkey sandwhich I’ll have for lunch, I find my mind wandering…worrying again.   How will I juggle three kids? How can I make sure Ty doesn’t feel the “middle child” syndrome? Can I love another boy the way I love my son? Will he love me like Ty & Lina love me?  …Can I do this?

I’m sure that I’ll figure it all out as I go- and a few months from now most of my worries will be subsided- but today my mind wanders…