Getting Nervous

I feel like I'm pretty well adjusted to having 2 children in my life. In fact, it's great fun. Last night I had to go to the library because I never can seem to return the DVDs on time and I always have a late fee. First we go to the book section. I mean, we can't go straight to the movies. It is a library, after all. Big Sissy finds a Big Comfy Couch book, which she wants me to read to her right then. The kids thought it was "story time with Ms. Christy" because they all started gathering around. Anyway, it was kind of a long book. By the time I finished and the children scattered, Little Sissy had cleared the entire Mary Kate and Ashley section as well as the Little House on the Prairie section of the shelves. By the time I cleaned all that up, Big Sissy had "picked out some more books" for us--about 27. I held Little Sissy and cleaned up the extra books. We promptly headed to the movie section with my bag stuffed more full than I wanted it. We found movies for Big Sissy pretty quickly. All I wanted was one movie for myself that didn't have subtitles and was newer than 1983. As I was looking, Little Sissy was clearing the entire mystery and drama sections on the shelves she could reach. As I was cleaning that up, Big Sissy was "picking out some movies for Mommy," which was mostly Monty Python. I'm hunched over picking up MORE movies (thankfully I'm not too big yet), and I looked up to see another mom smiling at me knowingly. "I have 4 kids," she said. "I only brought my oldest." I can see why! I want my children to have the library experience, but I was sweating by the time we left. Today I'm a little nervous about adding a 3rd to the madness. I think, though, that I'm actually more nervous about getting huge and just getting stuck in that hunched over position someday. I always seem to be picking up something. Maybe I should attach one of those call buttons on my belly, not for emergency labor. Just for emergency getting stuck.