Yesterday was the first day since Jackson was born where I thought, “I kind of think I am ready to have another baby”. And then the world ended.
Okay, so I’m a bit dramatic, but I really haven’t felt like I could handle another baby so soon. We have plans to think about another baby beginning sometime next year and we are nowhere close to that considering it’s still March.
Last week I was all, whoa - slow down beast child. And now I’m all, whoa – wouldn’t you love a little sister/brother to play with?
I attribute this change to the world around me. More and more people that I know are either trying to get pregnant or are currently pregnant and they give me the idea that I too can conquer the second baby.
So last night I dreamt about baby bumps and midnight feedings and all things newborn.
And I woke up this morning – exhausted. So when Jackson took a nap I did too. From 8:30-10am. And that will NOT be happening with a second baby.
So I’m good for now. At least another week. Until I hear about someone else being pregnant, or I see a newborn and my heart and ovaries melt.
I mean, look at this ball of precious? Who wouldn’t want a few more of those???