Hungry
OK, I'll admit it: I really, really, really want to have another baby. I think I might be crazy, since I already know what it's like to experience your body growing to unnatural proportions, then spending the next 11 months chronically sleep deprived and being unable to go anywhere for very long because you have a small creature that needs to suck on your boobs every 2 or 3 hours. But, little babies are so sweet and beautiful, and there's some weird primal need that screams "get pregnant, now" somewhere inside me. Maybe it's due to the fact that S-Boogie is no longer a baby. Don't worry, we love her and she's totally adorable in her own way, but she doesn't make those cute baby noises or spend hours cuddled sweetly in our arms anymore. It seems like I keep running into people who have kids younger than S-Boogie and are already pregnant again. I think my worst nightmare is having kids super close in age, but I just realized that she's almost 2 and it takes nine months to make a baby, so that fear is no longer possible. Sigh. I sometimes have a hard time separating the Spirit from my hormones, but I'm thinking that this might be coming from both of them.
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My mom had five kids in seven years. I'm not sure how she did it (one day when she was pregnant, she went outside without shoes to go and get the mail and the neighbor saw her and said, "Geez. I had no idea you Mormons took this barefoot and pregnant thing so seriously"). But the consequence is that my brothers are all my best friends. We're so close in age and so we grew up close. I'm not saying this to tell you that you must have children one after the other. I'm just saying that it actually worked out pretty well in my family.
Sigh. Hating babies makes life so much easier...
--Master Fob