It happened twice this week.
Both times Benjamin had fallen asleep right before we got to a doctor's appointment. I knew he needed to sleep, so I loaded up the stroller and, pushing it at the same time, carried my sweet boy into the office in my arms, where, both times, he got a good nap while we waited.
And both times, as I stood (or sat) in the waiting room holding Benjamin against me as he slept, I could feel Thomas kicking and moving around underneath Benjamin.
Almost as if he was battling for space.
Here I am, expecting a baby in less than eight weeks.
And as I held Benjamin and felt so needed as his mother, I was reminded by Thomas that he is coming soon. And he will need me.
And I had a sinking thought. Who am I disservicing more here?
What am I doing having a baby when I have a baby?