Woe is I for having two incredibly amazing, healthy, beautiful children.
But I am so envious of those with one baby. I feel bad for myself almost every day. Yesterday, Carter slept longer than Patrick so I had Patrick come help me with dinner. It was awesome to actually be able to make dinner. I can't help but feel so much more limited, always thinking about logistics (no, sorry, I can't do mommy and me yoga with two babies...), plan for how I could manage both boys of they are both awake when I meet another mommy for lunch, always feeling like a single parent (even when DH is home I still have a baby to play with and love on when I really just need a shower).
I am the luckiest person to have those two beautiful smiles first thing in the morning, and to be able to experience feeling such love at once. Those double laughs, grins, "hugs", adoration, and adorableness makes my world go round... But I hate only being able to pick up one baby and walk around when they both want to be held. I hate that I can't hold a sleeping baby in case the other one suddenly wakes up. Or that I can't hold them while they eat. Or that I have to choose who is crying harder. I just always think "why me," and I hate that!! What a whirl wind of emotions, adventure, and motherhood.
Please tell me I will get over this.