As everyone’s dream dinner party guest, Jennifer Lawrence, announced that she was pregnant with her second child last week, it immediately brought me back to the days when I was expecting my son. A simpler time, a time when one offspring was securely contained inside me while I chased the other around like a scooter thief that stole my iPhone. It was a time when I only had one nap schedule to contend with, and I generally never felt like I was outnumbered, under siege, or physically overwhelmed by miniature people. A time when I didn’t feel like I was in the trenches fighting for my life as children sporadically hurled themselves at me from sofas, highchairs, and changing tables like a tiny hostile gang of flying squirrels.
