As I've blogged here ... I am again pregnant. For the 3rd time around. I am happy, excited and of course, a little bit apprehensive for the coming of the new baby. A mixed feelings because finally, the little girl will have a baby brother (or sister). She will no longer be the center of our universe. No longer the reigning bratinella of the house. I look forward to see Samantha's transformation to a caring, loving and responsible big sister. But despite all the excitement, I am a little bit afraid and apprehensive. Afraid and unsure if I can still be a good mom to the new baby. For I don't know if I can equally distribute my love and affection to the three kids.
As I sleep tonight ... I anticipate (an accept) the responsibility of Motherhood all over again.