Anxiety of adding baby #2

Well, today I lost it.   I spilled some milk and the flood gates opened.  Literally.  Rod wanted some milk so I got him some.  Then I spilled it every where.  Cue the tears.  Then Rod started crying.  It was the sweetest, saddest thing.  I went to the bedroom, snuggled up with him and cried for about 10 minutes.  The last few days have been sort of tough.   The baby must be sitting on a nerve or something because my right leg is in a lot of pain. I can't quite describe it.  Not cramping, not contractions, just an achy pain.   I haven't been exercising because it hurts to walk, let alone exercise.  I rest when I can but lets face it...who can rest when they are chasing after a toddler.   My house is not as clean as I would like it.  It hurts to move.  So I guess lately I've been feeling like a bit of a failure. 
It really just sucks.   I'm stressed about taking care of things when I have two.  Actually - it wont be so bad at first.  My house was much cleaner before I had a toddler.  Everyone says things get crazy when the baby is born.  That's a lie.  Things get crazy when your little bundle of joy starts to move.  Then as toddlers they can reach higher and move faster.  lol.  I know God is blessing us with another wonderful gift, and Rod is getting a brother or sister but I can't help but feel scared.  It doesn't help when it feels like the whole world is "warning" you about two.

"Say goodbye to any free time you THOUGHT you had!"

"It's hardest going from one to two!"

"Have fun with a toddler AND a newborn"

And my favorite said in sarcastic tone, "Have fuuuuun" As if having two is the worst decision I could make.

Of all the negatives though, I did hear a positive.  On one of my "mom" pages on facebook, someone said one of the best things she could give her child was a sibling. If only everyone talked that positive!  Don't get me wrong, I get that adding a new baby to the family means major changes.  But it would be better to be set up with happiness than anxiety!  Am I making sense?    It's sort of like having Rod.  Everyone told me that it was going to be hard, and this and that.....and some days are.  But the good outweighs the difficult by far! 

Today was not a good one.  Well, Rod was actually pretty good.  I guess all the "little things" added up and the milk was the straw that broke the camels back.  I'm ashamed to admit that I ate crap.  I went to Dairy Queen for a heath blizzard and fries.  I completely ate through my emotions.  Now I'm sitting here feeling crappy because I could have made better choices.   Tomorrow is a new day.  Hopefully  the pain will go away (Midwife said it was normal and should soon) and I'll be able to work out and get some house work done.