The hubs and I have been discussing making another addition to the family.
A furry one.
We are gradually moving up the responsibility ladder, starting with a plant, who lived to a ripe age. We have also successfully nurtured an adorable feline …
Not sure if I’ve talked about him …
We like him.
And figure a dog is the next step before BABIES.
As our first official bargain as husband and wife, I agreed to let A order a stupid Xbox game (and even went with him to the midnight release BEST WIFE EVER AWARD) if he gifted me with a PUPPY.
We have poured over hefty dog breed volumes, dog training manuals, Internet articles about apartment-appropriate choices for our newest bundle of joy and spent more than one weekend cruising around with some lovable Fidos at the humane society.
I am so, So, SO thrilled to be considering another furry family member, but do feel a twinge of anxiety. Not the anxiety I feel when baking in my useless oven or the anxiety felt when A insists on wearing sandals and socks, but anxiety nonetheless.
This anxiety stems from what I (and surely someone with a fancy degree) like to call, Second Baby Syndrome.
I felt it when my sister told me she was pregnant with her second child. At the time, all I could think about was how wonderful her first child was, and how I was unsure if I would be able to equally divide my love between TWO CHILDREN. Would one feel neglected?
Now I am feeling a very similar emotion when considering a second pet. Toona is SO PERFECT. We cannot believe our luck in picking a shelter pet that is so ideal for our personalities and situation.
Could that happen twice? And with a dog, who are so much harder to train and are a much larger responsibility?
We are still forging ahead with adoption plans, but does anyone else feel this way? How do you insure equal time/affection with more than one baby, furry or otherwise?