Hubby and I were just talking about baby P2, wondering and dreaming out loud about what she'll be like. Of course when you already have a child, it's only natural to wonder about the ways in which she will be the same and different as her older sibling (wait, other people do that too, right??).
Besides what will she look like, we were mentioning other traits and habits that we remember about Eliza as a baby... and then we remembered. The car seat. Oh, the car seat. At first I was all like "oh, yeah, that's right, Eliza didn't like her car seat. Huh. I sort of forgot!". And then hubby was all "ummm... honey? 'didn't like'...?". And then it hit me... ah yes. That's riiiiiight. DUDE. It was bad. I mean... bad. I wrote a few blog posts about it and when I went back and read them.... DUDE. It all came back to me, and it was not pretty.
So, needless to say, we're wondering if P2 will harbor as much intense hatred for the car seat/car as Eliza did.
Then we talked about spitting up - which Eliza never ever did. So, maybe we'll get a baby who doesn't mind the car seat, but spits up all the time? Heh. Or, maybe a spitter upper and a car seat hater, but a better sleeper??!!
Who knows. And really, it doesn't matter! This little one is going to be her own new little person, and we are beyond excited to meet her and love her and get to know her and all her sweet, adorable, frustrating, quirky ways.
It's fun to think about her and wonder... but it will be even more exciting to find out for ourselves!
33 weeks along. Getting close!