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.