After staring at the positive pregnancy test that announced the impending arrival of our fourth baby in six years, my husband and I looked at each other with only a little bit of fear in our eyes.
With our two oldest daughters already sharing a room and our 1-year-old son in the other bedroom in our home, we were starting to feel a bit cramped. But hey, we reasoned, people used to have tons of kids in smaller houses than ours, right?
It would be fine.
Spoiler alert, guys: it’s not been fine. Not totally fine at all.