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.