My emotions are mixed: Excitement, anxiety, sorrow.
I've never thought to myself, "What would I do if I could no longer take care of my child?"
I am realizing more and more how fortunate I am. My husband would never allow a situation in which we would have to choose baby formula over bills. And if somehow we were sucked into a gigantic hole that we couldn't get out of, all four of my parents - my mom, stepmom, dad, and stepdad (plus Scout's parents) - would swoop in to help. I am certain that I would never have to face deciding whether I should give my child up for adoption due to finances. Some people can't say that.
And perhaps that is why I feel sorrowful. I am benefitting tremendously from someone else's misfortune. And it makes me terribly sad.
But other times, I am excited and happy. We're "having" another baby. And there's no better feeling than that.