My Brother and I

We are 16 months apart in age. That's pretty close. I think that the closeness in age might have been one reason why we didn't get along very well and Kim and he sister are separated by YEARS and because of that it seems like they have nothing in common. Anything Kim played with that was cool was no longer cool when he sister got to be the appropriate age to play with it.

So when Kim found out she was pregnant with our second child I did the math and you're looking at almost a two year difference. This is pretty good, I think. Two years older means Annie can watch out for her little brother or sister and help out with the new baby. I'm not saying she's going to be a babysitter or anything, but I am going to be able to TALK to a two-year old about why you should or should not behave this way or that way and HOPEFULLY she won't be too jealous of the attention the baby is getting and listen to what we have to say.

Am I worried? Worried isn't really the word for it. I am very much enlightened to the fact that we can't do THIS one on our own. With our first, I stayed at the hospital with Kim. We were there for about a week and I would leave to get myself some food and to check on the cats. Then I'd come back to the hospital. Yes, I had to sleep on a very uncomfortable couch in a tiny room (once the baby had been delivered) but it wasn't that bad and the nurses were watching Annie when Kim and I were napping or whatever.

It wasn't hard at all.

But NOW I'll have to sleep at home so I can be with Annie, leaving Kim all alone at the hospital, someone will have to keep Annie busy while I'm in the delivery room, etc etc.

It's going to be very overwhelming.

But I'm OK. I'll be OK. I'm getting pretty excited about this happening and will post often about this new development in my life.