You know by now that I’m expecting our fourth baby. Obviously, this is a big deal, because by April 1, we’re going to have four children under the age of six. T. and I wanted it this way….well, I wanted four kids, and T. wanted to get the infant/crying stage out of the way as quickly as possible. I won’t lie: I AM nervous about the idea. This baby wasn’t an accident, so I can’t be THAT nervous, but the logistics of four kids and two parents (or three kids and one parent–me–most of the time) are going to be challenging to figure out. I know that. The one thing I’m MOST nervous about, though….laundry. We already have A LOT of laundry between the five of us. Add another baby to that? Mountains and mountains. It wouldn’t be so bad, but I have to do it all myself. My dear husband is afraid of ghosts (there will definitely be more on that later), so he won’t go in the basement unless it’s daylight and he absolutely has to. The basement is where the washer and dryer are, of course. In our old house, I would bring the baskets of laundry upstairs and sometimes he would help me fold it. But in this house, there’s a table down there, and it’s just easier to fold and sort it in the basement. So I’m on my own.

That’s why I’m scared to have this baby. I think the laundry might be my demise.