Lately, I can't stop thinking about having another baby. Seems like only yesterday that I spent my days, cuddling and napping on the couch with this little guy.
I miss having a baby in the house.
No, we are not having another baby. I am not pregnant, nor do I have any plans to become so.
There are moments when "baby fever" sneaks up on me and I'm floored with the desire to have another baby.
The three of us went to see Toy Story 3 last night. The movie came out months ago and every time we saw a commerical, I cried. Big crocodille tears. So, it came as no surprise that I bawled like a baby throughout the movie. Oh, I smiled, too. And I laughed. But, *spoiler alert* for those of you who have seen it, and you know the ending where the toys are on the lawn with Bonnie and Andy...well, I bawled.
Alexander starts preschool on Thursday. My baby is going to school. The beginning of a new chapter and of the three of us, I'm the least ready for the change.
I have to trust total strangers to make sure he wears his coat outside, doesn't eat peanuts, and teach him social skills. Up until now, that has been my job.
My job is changing.
Is it so wrong that I want another baby so I can have my job back?