#2????

No, I promise I’m not pregnant. Or even close to trying to be pregnant (my husband just breathed a big sigh of relief reading this at work…hehe!). But one of my favorite bloggers, Blair, just recently did a post about how she has absolutely no baby fever. And it got me really thinking about how I feel about having another baby. I’m an only child. I never wanted to have just one, but honestly? N0w that I have just one I can totally see how people would be content with just one. I mean, the sleepless nights, the phases that you think are just phases but seem to never end (hello, 4:30 am wake ups!) - I can totally see not wanting to do that again.

Then  I think of all the things that have happened during the past 22 months (seriously, 22 months ago I found out I was pregnant…bizarre), and I think, how could I never experience all that again? It’s no secret that as nervous as I was, I simply adored being pregnant. It was hands down, the healthiest I have ever been in my life.  Growing a human being? It’s really an empowering experience.

And being Logan’s mommy? Well that’s just the best part…after loving being pregnant, I get to do that, be a mommy! Are there things I’d do differently the next time around? I don’t really know…are there things I’ll be forced to do differently because of another little one running around? Sure. But I know I won’t worry as much about naps on my shoulder (ahem, Logan did that until he was 6 months old…and he naps great now!). I know I’m fine being a human pacifier again…I loved nursing (well, after those first 6 weeks!).  I know waking up in the middle of the night 6 times really stinks…but I also know it stops.

So do I have baby fever? I got a few little flutters at a recent baby shower for a coworker. And I got a few more when another coworker told me she was pregnant. But more than anything I wanted to say to them…CHERISH this. The next 22 months of your life are going to be going by so quickly.

I have a really hard time with moving forward, knowing things are over, etc…as in, I’ll never have another first pregnancy, I’ll never be home with just a newborn and my husband again…but then I remind myself that this is pretty great too…

A little boy who PLAYS and interacts and dances and babbles…reads books to himself, reads books in my lap…plays peek-a-boo with the shower curtain, hams it up for the camera…and yes, still needs me to rock him to sleep some nights.

And this being a mommy thing? Worth every sleepless night and moment of anxiety I’ve ever had. Without a doubt.

And that’s my sappiness for Monday. :)