Midnight jabber fest

Little S seems to be talking an awful lot lately. Last night he woke us up jabbering away at midnight. Apparently something had amused him in his slumber, awoken him and he felt the need to share it with his bedside buddies.

Lights came on. We melted into smiles. Seb went down and chopped up pineapple & kiwi for a midnight snack.

Something tells me we'll remember this night for a long time.

Have you seen this woman?

You won't fit into your jeans two months post pregnancy. These women who do fit into their jeans right after childbirth deserve to be flogged. Well, they deserve to be flogged for telling us all about it.

I've decided to post a picture of my little postpartum gut. I'm 20 lbs overweight. Slim me is gone. She is sitting in some café in my old jeans sipping a café double créme. She is lounging on a Gulf Coast beach head thrown back and hair cascading around her face. She is probably even seeing my husband on the sly. She hasn't called or written once. Bitch.

Slim me must return before baby number two though that's for damn sure. We have people on the lookout for her. Posters have been put up in major metro stations in all of the big cites. If you see her please call. I've set up a special hotline.

Baby Two

I miss being pregnant. I miss that special feeling. Seb and I are going to try for another baby very soon before all my eggs die off. It's very corny to miss feeling pregnant. This stupid dual voice keeps running through my mind.

Conversation with self:

-Appreciate the baby you have

-I do really but I want another one. It's my infertile right! (five years of IF gives you the ability to be brazenly self rightuous)

-Don't be in a hurry to have a bunch of kids little missy!! You have to take care of all of them remember.

-Uh. I have PLANS for them. Variety shows, circus families. Does the name Osmond ring any bells?? Besides I want to fill my house with, with... love.

-::whispers:: She's definitely losing her mind. That is sick. Hey lady, you're addicted to being pregnant; that special feeling has gone to your head. You're just high on all those pregnancy hormones. Its like a drug that stuff. They should ban pregnancy hormones.

-Being a mom is awesome.

-Yeah and fattening. Little lard ass

-Grow up.

And so the conversation runs around in my mind. Well, we're doing something about this. We're going to try for baby number two in a few short months. Wow, me a mom of two. I never could have imagined that.