Something Must Be Wrong With Me.

I find myself wanting another baby and that's not good. In all the craziness that is life with a 9 month old, I find myself daydreaming about being pregnant again. Maybe it is because Evan will not let me hold him unless he's unconscious, or perhaps it's the fact that I want him to walk because he weighs too much to carry for long periods of time. It is the most ridiculous thought at this point, but there it is. I know we will not be ready for another spawn until Evan is old enough to come to school with me (unless we win the lottery) and I am not mentally ready to deal with the daily injections again. So, someone please tell my stupid uterus to be happy empty for a while and knock it off with these crazy thoughts. That is all.

Thought I'd Share a Quote Today

For now I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep...but children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow. So, quiet down cobwebs. Dust go to sleep. I'm rocking my baby. Babies don't keep.

~Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

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