I’m trying to come to terms with entering this next chapter in my life. Colby is almost one and we are not having any more babies. I will not be feeding any more babies. And I have lots of pregnant friends, which makes me just a tiny bit jealous. It’s been around 6 years that I’ve been in the baby making business…or the thinking about the next baby business. I. LOVED. BEING. PREGNANT. No lie, I loved it. Call me crazy. I started to miss being pregnant very soon after delivering each of my babies. I would actually love to be pregnant again, I’d love to hold a newborn of my own again, but that’s where I’m kind of done with that fantasy. I feel absolutely complete in our family. I just have to get my brain around what I’m supposed to think about next. And when I try really hard I can see it……Dr. Pepper will reenter my life soon on occasion, peanut butter, staying gone as long as I want, perhaps a swimsuit mom suit, a trip with my girlfriends, cute bras, planning a trip to Disneyworld. This could be okay. :) But if any of you out there need me to carry a baby for you please call, but I get to keep it for the first month….those are my terms. :)
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The more independence you gain as they grow the more you will be ok with not having anymore. It does get easier. And yes, there are so many things to look forward to as they get older. Each year they grow brings with it a new surprise that you didn't realize you would get to be apart of. You also start to want to be around other people's babies again! Ha!
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