Where'd This Come From?
I've talked a lot about my pregnancy here on the blog. It was sometimes wonderful, sometimes tough but always- always- I knew that things would work out. (Ok, it was a little touch and go the last few days of my pregnancy, but everything was fine, right?)
I always thought that I'd have more than one kid. Seriously, I thought I'd have 4. FOUR. Then we had The Boy. It's not his fault, as much as this statement is going to sound, but after him- I thought I was done. And that I was comfortable with that.
I don't know if it's the move or the birth of a friend's baby on my birthday or what, but...
I think I want another kid.
Is it nature? Is my body just telling me that it's finally ready? Is my head finally clear enough to make it work??
Although I have no idea how this happened, it's has been going on for awhile. It started a few weeks ago, after hearing Cara's baby laugh (scroll down to August 21, 2008). I'm drooling over babies in public, I'm having dreams that I'm pregnant or breastfeeding, and I cry at the stupid TLC shows with the newborns...
I have no idea if I can even GET pregnant again. The surgery in July went fine, but I'm still having periods like Niagara Falls in the spring time.
Hubs is all for it. When I told him on Saturday that I was thinking that I might want to start trying sometime in the near future, he said, "Take off your pants. Let's go."
Something tells me the next few months are going to be interesting.