Oh boy.  I’ve been having some weird dreams as of late and somehow they all are baby related in some way. :|

I know I’m not ready for another one *just* yet, but man, the ovaries are twitching.  The idea of another little one.  To enjoy all the firsts all over again.  The joy at the first smile, the first giggle, the first word.

I dare not mention this to the husband though.  He wants one right now.  And I just can’t handle that at the moment.  The kiddo is just too much at the moment.  He’s finally getting on his own in school and doing really well.  I figure another year and he’ll be good and another little one will be ok. :)

Awfully similar in nature...