I am in no way, shape or form ready for this, but what it comes down to is that I think Charlie is...I think.
So why is it that I'm more intimidated by potty training than I was by giving birth? Granted, I read a lot more, prepared a lot longer and heard a lot more stories, but seriously, it was giving birth. I have been giving it a lot of thought this evening, and I think that several key factors make potty training loom more horribly than childbirth:
1 - There is no epidural...no matter how much screaming there is, I can't deaden the pain.
2 - The after might actually be worse than the before...have you entered a gas station restroom recently?
3 - It's a head to head match. While Jason will be here to relieve me come evening, we've decided that the process will be best done 1:1 in our household...no coach, no doulah, no nurse, no doctor, nothing, but me, the potty book and God. (hmmm...odds really are still in my favor, though, aren't they?)
3 - There is no guarantee...when I went into labor, I was assured that at the end of the process I would get a baby, but as I dread tomorrow, I have absolutely no guarantees that Charlie will be out of diapers anytime soon...all of the pain and suffering might be for naught...
Nevertheless, we're committed. We've been practicing with Scout this evening. We've told our friends. We've sampled the Raspberry Crystal Light that I will be forcing into him in record quantities. We've dangled the big boy pants, enimens (better known as M&Ms) and super-special-surprise present in front of the 2 year old. Pray for us!!!
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