Pregnancy announcements, birth announcements, plans to get busy makin' babies - It must be the fashion, or people are in dire need of a hobby because everywhere I go I am greeted with exciting updates live from someone's uterus!
And now I have a little confession to make;
I am absolutely, disgustingly, ridiculously clucky!
I HAVE BABY ON THE BRAIN!
Can I get a baby belly instead Of fries with that please?
I don't know why and I don't know where it's coming from but I tell you, I feel such a strong pull somewhere in my chest when I hear of a friend giving birth or when I see photos of a newborn on Facebook. And it just goes without saying that I am one of those women who awww outloud and melt when they see a new mother out with her wee babe in the shops.
What is wrong with me you say?
Well aside from the fact that I'm obviously abit mental, the truth is I am just plain not done with having babies.
I've often heard women talking about how they feel complete or know in their hearts that they are 'done' with that chapter of their life.
I feel the exact opposite, I feel those ovaries are mine are yet to reach their full potential!
That belly. I want it again.
And now I have a little confession to make;
I am absolutely, disgustingly, ridiculously clucky!
I HAVE BABY ON THE BRAIN!
Can I get a baby belly instead Of fries with that please?
I don't know why and I don't know where it's coming from but I tell you, I feel such a strong pull somewhere in my chest when I hear of a friend giving birth or when I see photos of a newborn on Facebook. And it just goes without saying that I am one of those women who awww outloud and melt when they see a new mother out with her wee babe in the shops.
What is wrong with me you say?
Well aside from the fact that I'm obviously abit mental, the truth is I am just plain not done with having babies.
I've often heard women talking about how they feel complete or know in their hearts that they are 'done' with that chapter of their life.
I feel the exact opposite, I feel those ovaries are mine are yet to reach their full potential!
That belly. I want it again.
I didn't exactly enjoy being pregnant with the Bug, well I did but I anticipated having her here more than anything. The second time around, I slowed down to take it all in and enjoy it. Even the fat beached whale, feet so fat you can only wear thongs, leaky boobs, 5am heartburn side of things. Why? Because I knew the overly hormonal sensitive sook side of me would yearn for it once it was gone!
Now that I've proven to myself I can do, I want to labour again.
My experience with O was simply amazing. I was euphoric afterwards, so blissfully happy that I had delivered a hefty, happy babe vaginally after having a caesarean just 21 months earlier. I laboured for days with the little brute, days and days of increasingly painful prelabour and yet I look back and there is this romantically soft fuzzy glow about it all.
Size 0000 Wondersuits. Newborn smell. Downy hair. Squeaky little cry. Yes please!
O went straight into 000 Wondersuits *cough* fatso *cough* so I feel that I need to experince the 0000 experience again! The newborn phase just does not last long enough. Even though I knew that this time around, even though I vowed to savour every moment and I think I really did, it was just not long enough for me. So I want to do it again.
I keep saying "Just one more, just one more" but under my breath I mumble "Just one more, or maybe two!"Four is a noice number.
Two now, and then two later on.
The problem?
The Manchild says no. No more pregnancies. No more babies. No more.
I say he should be glad, it means that I am committing to having sex with him at least one more time!
In his defence, I will admit that I am hard to deal with those first fewyears weeks postpartum.
I cry alot, I complain abit, I mope about some.
I have a history of PND and I don't have the best skills when it comes to dealing with sleep deprivation.
I would like to think though, that this takes on that same happy-fuzzy glow in the Manchild's eyes as our babies and our hearts grow, but I think that might be asking abit much of a mere male?Eeeek!
Make no mistake though, I will get my way.
We will have a big family if mother nature will allow us.
Not necessarily now, not even necessarily next year but there will be just one more (or maybe two) stick pee'd on sometime in the future and it/they will have those two magical pink lines marked on it.
You can bet your sweet ass on it because this Mama is not done with the baby makin'
chapter of life!
How about you?
Did you feel that sense of being complete after your last babe and have happily trotted onto the next phase of your life or are you alongside me with the "just one more" school of thought?
Now that I've proven to myself I can do, I want to labour again.
My experience with O was simply amazing. I was euphoric afterwards, so blissfully happy that I had delivered a hefty, happy babe vaginally after having a caesarean just 21 months earlier. I laboured for days with the little brute, days and days of increasingly painful prelabour and yet I look back and there is this romantically soft fuzzy glow about it all.
Size 0000 Wondersuits. Newborn smell. Downy hair. Squeaky little cry. Yes please!
O went straight into 000 Wondersuits *cough* fatso *cough* so I feel that I need to experince the 0000 experience again! The newborn phase just does not last long enough. Even though I knew that this time around, even though I vowed to savour every moment and I think I really did, it was just not long enough for me. So I want to do it again.
I keep saying "Just one more, just one more" but under my breath I mumble "Just one more, or maybe two!"Four is a noice number.
Two now, and then two later on.
The problem?
The Manchild says no. No more pregnancies. No more babies. No more.
I say he should be glad, it means that I am committing to having sex with him at least one more time!
In his defence, I will admit that I am hard to deal with those first few
I cry alot, I complain abit, I mope about some.
I have a history of PND and I don't have the best skills when it comes to dealing with sleep deprivation.
I would like to think though, that this takes on that same happy-fuzzy glow in the Manchild's eyes as our babies and our hearts grow, but I think that might be asking abit much of a mere male?Eeeek!
Make no mistake though, I will get my way.
We will have a big family if mother nature will allow us.
Not necessarily now, not even necessarily next year but there will be just one more (or maybe two) stick pee'd on sometime in the future and it/they will have those two magical pink lines marked on it.
You can bet your sweet ass on it because this Mama is not done with the baby makin'
chapter of life!
How about you?
Did you feel that sense of being complete after your last babe and have happily trotted onto the next phase of your life or are you alongside me with the "just one more" school of thought?
