I haven't had any babies of my own, but everyone tells me that having two is exponentially harder than having one. Like, you've got one poop-covered screaming potato thing to deal with, and then all of a sudden YOU'VE GOT TWO. I missed the baby years with my stepdaughters, but even so, I've learned that when you have kids, you're always outnumbered. More kids, worse odds.
I started to ask my fiance if having his second baby was harder than the first, and he yelled "FUCK YEAH!!!" before I could even finish the question. "I knew I really wanted more than one kid," he said, "and I wanted them to be close in age, so once [REDACTED] was born I did the math and I was like, 'Okay. Can I do something that's twice as hard as this?' And apparently I forgot to carry a one or something, because that three months when they were BOTH in diapers? OH MY GOD. It's not twice as hard. It's incalculable." (For more of his poop-related parenting advice, click here.)