Am I Up "Four" the Challenge?

Thanks for all the well-wishes on the last post, y'all! It feels weird to be pregnant again, because I honestly thought that my chances for another baby were slim to none, and getting slimmer as time progressed. (Don't tell my husband, but I was actually getting used to the idea of just having my three dudes.) It had gotten to the point where I'd actually encouraged Curtis, multiple times, to call for an appointment to get the big "snip-snip" per our earlier agreement. If I had a dollar for every time I said, "If we're done having kids, you'd better schedule that vasectomy" ... well, we could afford a fourth child. Hehe.

It's good, though. I'm so over-the-top excited! So is Curtis, which helps. He might have sometimes acted like another kid would be nothing short of a crisis, but the way his face lit up in a smile when he heard the news, I can officially and undeniably say he's happy about it.

I can't help but wonder, though, how in the HELL I'm going to adjust to FOUR CHILDREN. I kinda remember feeling this way when I was pregnant with Coby, but that was three and this is four. F-O-U-R!!!!! I have my doubts because sometimes - okay, most of the time - I feel like I'm halfway inept at handling the ones I already have.

Like yesterday morning, five minutes before I was scheduled to leave the house to make my nine o'clock Zumba class on time. I was putting my shoes on in the bedroom when apparently Cameron and Coby decided that our fish were hungry, and therefore needed the entire bottle of fish food dumped into their water. So with absolutely zero time to spare, I was forced to remedy the situation via the most frantic fish-water change in the history of the world. I probably still smelled like fish when I showed up to Zumba.

I'm almost positive sometimes that the kids and the pets secretly conspire to drive me insane. Last night was a prime example. Number one, I was jolted from sleep by the sound of our pug, Destiny, licking her lips repeatedly - which can, in my experience, only mean one thing: vomit. I thought she was getting ready to hurl, so I tossed her off the bed (where she feels entitled to sleep) and crouched next to her in the dark, holding a piece of dirty laundry under her mouth. (Hey, better that than the carpet, right?) She stopped the lip-smacking, though, so I thought I was wrong. Until I got back into the bed and laid right on top of something cold and squishy. Yep: she'd barfed BEFORE I threw her off the bed. And I? Was touching it.

There's nothing like middle-of-the-night laundry.

Incident number two happened roughly an hour later, when Cameron - who is completely potty-trained by day and only occasionally pees during the night - wet the bed. He'd been wearing a Pull-Up when he went to sleep, but had mysteriously removed it at some point. And of course, it was after that point when he decided he needed to pee. All over the sheets and comforter that I had just washed the day before.

More middle-of-the-night laundry.

And speaking of pee, The Fetus is definitely in on the conspiracy even at this young age. Because he or she is directly responsible for why I need to wake up an extra 2,177 times per night to go to the bathroom. But I guess it's only going to get worse from here on out for a while: first the huge uncomfortable sleeplessness of late pregnancy, and then the mind-numbing, did-I-just-drool-on-myself fatigue that accompanies a newborn.

With stuff like this happening on a regular basis - finding a whole (soggy) roll of toilet paper clogging up the bathroom sink, discovering a frozen-solid Elmo toy in the freezer (which means he was wet when he went in, and I don't even want to know why), taking my two-year-old to the emergency room because he was climbing on the counters and fell off and hurt his elbow, realizing that someone pooped but didn't wipe - I'm pretty sure I'm more than slightly in for it once I add another little mischief-maker to the mix.

I lost three blog followers when I announced that I'm expecting #4. They were probably like, "Damn, this is gonna be a train wreck. I can't bear to watch!"


  1. lol, I'm sticking around cause I want to know I'm not the only one who deals with this!! The only difference is I've got one boy and three girls...oh the drama, Lord help me, I don't see this getting better anytime soon.

  2. I'm sticking around!

    I tend to lose blog followers if I curse in an entry. It's like, sorry, sometimes you just gotta use the word shit.

  3. I use to lose a follower a week, lol! I'm here for the train wreck though, just add me to the caboose.

    So excited for your pregnancy! I must say, I just learned that my cousin is having her 4th (the oldest in Kindergarten) and I was like, wow, she's crazy.

    Must mean that I'm totally done having kids.

  4. 3 followers?! That is madness. Sorry they couldn't handle the stress, you're probably better without them.

    So my burning question is this: Are you panic stricken about putting weight back on? Because if I had worked as hard as you and was looking as hot as you, I'd be so upset. Congrats to you if you're not as shallow as I am.

  5. I have 4 kids, granted I had 3 at once, and it is just as crazy as you think. Just telling it to you straight.

    And those blog followers have lost b/c you are awesome and I can't wait to read more about this 4th baby because I secretly want a 5th but don't tell my husband.

  6. four kids. WOW.

    my mom had four kids. 2 keepers and 2 clunkers. lol. clearly i was one of the keepers. jk. she loves them all. it is a lot of work, but think of it this way: more fun and more stories to tell! and more blog material! :)


  7. You can do it. Like we say around here, it doesn't matter how many children you have, they will take up all of your time.

  8. You'll be fine! You and Curtis are great parents, so I have no doubt about that. Yes, the house will often look like vandals have been there, the laundry will be a challenge, and the kitchen floor will crunch when you walk on it. There will be countless trips to the emergency room, and much, much blog-fodder. But I wouldn't trade one minute of raising you and your siblings, and you'll feel the same way. Come to think of it, there are a couple of minutes I'd trade....... ;o)

  9. losing followers is super weird. And I am SOOOOOO excited about this! I think you reach a point where the chaos is so much that adding more kids just becomes unnoticeable - like, when things are loud enough, additional screaming just isn't going to be heard, you know?

    yay!!!! seriously, I am beyond thrilled about this!

  10. OMG YOU ARE PREGANT AGAIN! I missed something.....heading back.

  11. You'll adjust to four the same way you did when number three came around. You're a great mom, so this will be nothing.

    Also, just think, you could be like the girl I dated in high school who friended me on Facebook...and is pregnant with her sixth child. Side note: In retrospect, I'm really glad that didn't work out.

  12. I'm sure you'll do great! You have enough humor in your personality that you strike me as the kind of person who just rolls with the punches, whether it's one kid or four.

    And you're better off without those 3 lame followers, anyway. I mean, if they can't hack it they might as well just "get while the gettin's good," right?

  13. Congratulations! You can do it! I'm so happy for you! I'm hanging out to join you on the ride. I have 3 boys and wondering how a 4th would work, now I'll now!

  14. Ohhhh CONGRATS! I'm glad I closed up shop after my last pregnancy b/c I definitely have baby fever. (but I'm also getting too old!)

  15. Well, now you have one new follower! I have four already, a six year old and 3 littles born in 3 yrs and 1 month. So, yeah, just more screaming. Although Jim Gaffigan (comedian) just had a fourth and described it this way "imagine you're drowning, then someone hands you an infant." HaHaHa!!That is pretty much perfect except I would add that we are happily drowning over here.

  16. Girl, you CAN do this...Trust me, i've got 7 kids..6 BOYS and 1 GIRL ages 16,15,14,13,8,7,and6.. You will find a way to do it all with one kid attached to you in a snuggly, one wrapped around you leg, and then another one eating a booger right in front of you!! I would love to tell you it gets better, but the only this is is that when they get to be teenagers they get mouthy, and on bad days you long for the time when all they were doing was picking and eating their boogers...Good Luck, And I aint going nowhere!!! I LOVE YOUR BLOG!

  17. I'm JUST catching up on some reading. (and will be delayed commenting for a while, I think) My life has gotten pretty hectic, but I still want to try to keep up. You make me laugh and that's a good thing right about now.

    SO... Congrats again. And from friends who have 3+ children, they all say after three it's all about the same. You'll deal. Just from under a little more laundry. LOL


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