Just as you should not grocery shop when you are hungry, there are certain times it is a bad idea to think about what kind of impact a new baby might have on your family. If it is, for example, dinnertime, and you are worn out and regretting your raised voice with the older children earlier, and you are at the grocery store even though you’re too tired for this because you are out of the very elements of life itself (milk, bread, bananas), and you are with a toddler who is mangling a loaf of bread and yelling because you won’t let her do the same to the irritatingly expensive grapes, and you forgot the bread and had to go back several aisles for it, and your lower back feels sore and you’re aware that you’re waddling, and your pants are hitching down and your shirt is hitching up even though you’ve yanked them up/down respectively twenty times in this aisle alone, and when you get home you are already ten minutes late to give the twins their dinner and yet you still have to put away all the groceries, and your possibly worthless husband is playing videogames with the two older kids as you stagger your pregnant self up and down the stairs with heavy bags contemplating whether having to ask him for help would also mean you’d have to hurt him badly, and when the groceries are put away it is now twenty-five minutes late to feed the twins, and they complain about everything you offer them, and when you brush their teeth one of the twins bites you and the other twin swats the toothbrush so that your glasses are covered with speckles of toothpaste, and as you haul each twin to bed you can barely carry their heavy squirming bodies and there are still more than five weeks of getting bigger and more sore than this—THIS is not a good time to consider what life will be like when the new baby arrives.