We've had a rougher few days then we're used to. We've been very spoiled by babies who started sleeping through the night pretty early. But we've had several nights lately with middle of the night wakeups (poor Daniel and his full colon), and also Daniel has also decided that he's a morning person (which I am not).
It's some of the times like these that I wonder whether I can really do it all over again. I get flashbacks of memories of being exhausted to the point of tears, of sitting at the dinner table and crying in my meal, just out of sheer exhaustion. Can I really do it again? Can I be woken up every 2 - 3 hours in the night? Do I have the energy for all the breastfeeding, the pumping?
And I wonder whether things will be so much harder with 3 (or 4) kids. Will travelling be so much of a pain that we become the people that never go anywhere.
We're at such a fun stage right now. Despite the lack of sleep, the babies are relatively easy. It's easy to eat with them because they just eat what we eat, and they behave very well in stores, and they play very well on their own.
I guess it's normal to have second thoughts. We haven't done anything yet, we're just planning. But sometimes I wonder whether this is smart planning.
But then again - I remember how much I loved being pregnant. I think I'm one of the rare people who really loved pregnancy, and especially twin pregnancy. And despite the exhaustion they really were easy babies.
I don't know. I'm doubting myself. Then doubting my doubting.