Like that's what I need to hear now. Anybody care to burst that negativity bubble with stories of two under two not being extremely hard? DD will be 20 months-ish when the little guy is born. Everybody's responses are so helpful!
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jodie, that was such a nice response. Thank you! And you're right, we're hoping that having been through the newborn phase once will help us be more relaxed and make it easier this time. It's so nice to hear people say two is easier than one, since several people I've talked to IRL says it's more than twice as hard!
Like that's what I need to hear now. Anybody care to burst that negativity bubble with stories of two under two not being extremely hard? DD will be 20 months-ish when the little guy is born. Everybody's responses are so helpful!
Like that's what I need to hear now. Anybody care to burst that negativity bubble with stories of two under two not being extremely hard? DD will be 20 months-ish when the little guy is born. Everybody's responses are so helpful!









. We loved living there... But then one night (at 39.5 weeks pregnant!), I heard noises at 2:30am coming from our living room. I, of course, at 39 weeks pregnant!, couldn't sleep well, so I got out of bed to investigate. I thought it was our upstairs neighbors. My husband and 22 month old son were sound asleep. I flipped on some lights and saw that the screen was missing from the front window. (It was June so the windows were partially open at night for air flow). I walked up to it to take a look and then, over my right shoulder, I saw a strange man crouched in the corner by our computer desk. I was shocked. "What are you doing here???" I yelled. He stood up slowly with our MacBook Pro laptop in front of him (he was using it as a shield in case I had a gun or something). I began screaming for my husband to wake up. The burglar then pushed me out of the way because I was standing in front of the open window and I instinctively (without much conscious thought!) reached out and grabbed onto his Tshirt. We struggled for a minute until his shirt ripped in my hands and he ran out onto the porch. By that time, DH was in the room with me and he saw the guy on the porch and thought he was trying to come in, not that he had already been inside and escaped. DH ran outside but could no longer see him. I began screaming and then called 911. Police were everywhere! Our whole living room was fingerprinted (a huge mess!) and they took our story. Thankfully, I was physically ok. Just really shaken up.

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