Irish Twins

The term ‘Irish Twins‘ refers to siblings born less than a year apart. My first born, a beautiful little girl named Mattie, is seven and a half months old. I’m currently twenty-one weeks and two days pregnant with a baby boy we call Waylon.

What does that mean? That my son is due to be born ten days before my daughter’s first birthday. I’m exhausted from pregnancy and trying to get an infant to be more independent before her baby brother arrives. My hips are constantly killing me due to me not being fully recovered from the first pregnancy and delivery before becoming pregnant again. I’m trying to survive this Flora-Bama heat with raging hormones and a baby that insists on snuggling while keeping our one window unit A/C turned off as much as possible to save on the light bill. And I know it’s going to get a lot worse before it gets better. It’ll get hotter, I’ll get bigger, Mattie will get heavier… But I’m happy. It’s all going to be worth it. My kids will grow up close. Hopefully they’ll even get along some of the time. My very social daughter will soon have a full-time playmate. I won’t have gotten completely out of “baby mode” by the time Waylon gets here. All the formula that Mattie refuses to drink will still be in date for her brother. My husband will have his son in time to hopefully keep him from turning our daughter into a total tomboy. There are definite benefits.

I’m also comforted by the fact that I’m nowhere near the first person in my family to have children close together. My grandparents had five girls in just over six years. And they started when they were just seventeen! My sister-in-law just had the last of her four a month before her oldest turned six. My mother-in-law had a two-and-a-half year gap between her first and second, but then had one roughly every year-and-a-half after that (i.e. three kids in less than three years) until getting her tunes tied after number four (my husband). Most of my cousins have about two years or so between their kids. We’re not the kind of people that wait ten years for baby number two. So at least I know I can survive it all!

This blog is going to mostly be about dealing with being a pregnant housewife and Southern mama on a modest budget.

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