Jipped

I've always felt that the second child gets jipped. Perhaps because I'm a second child? Yes, sometimes parents are so damn tired after the first, that the second kid may have gotten away with a lot more too. I prefer to think I was better behaved and therefore earned more. Now that I have a second...I realize the parents were just done. When I was pregnant with T, I had the book that told me what was supposedly happening everyday. The Husb would come home and I'd greet him with, "I developed the baby's lungs today, what did you do?" I religiously read the book so I'd know exactly what to expect. The second pregnancy finally comes along...I filled in the dates above T's, no use wasting $ on a new book. I think I looked at it twice. Jipped. I filled out each section of T's baby book every week. I've had to guesstimate almost everything with Poppy's book. Jipped. I took pictures on every occasion with T. Now I'm lucky if I remember to bring out the camera. Jipped.



Tonight I'm feeding the baby and wondering how the hell to figure out how much to feed him. I have no idea. When T started eating, I was so excited, I looked up everything. I knew how many bottles a day he drank, how much he should be eating, what he should be eating. Now? Not so much. I decided to feed Poppy about what I thought the size of his stomach could hold. We don't want any puking ya know. I don't know if baby's are like feral cats or what. I know a lot about cats. Some cats like that eat til they puke. He could of eaten more...but like I said...no puking. So, if he wanted more? Jipped.