So lately all I can think about is another baby. It consumes my thoughts. And I HAVE a baby! What is up with that? I don't think I can handle not having more kids. I really love being pregnant, I have really easy labors, breastfeeding has been a breeze for me, sleepless nights...not that big of a deal...and most importantly, I have a husband who is most definetly on board for more kids. So, what's holding me back? Well, the one and only thing I'm freaked out about is...my age. Uugh. I'll be.....forty.....two next month. I'm kinda thinkin that I'm hitting that point where I should say...O.k, we're done. I certainly had no problem saying it 4-5 years ago. I was done. I mean I did have that little voice in the back of my head that sometimes said..maybe one more. But I kept telling that voice, not now, I'm still young, I have time. Do you know how depressing that is for me that I can't say that anymore??? Now I'm saying...hurry up, you're out of time!!
I had Stephen when I was 26...Hannah at 30...Will at 34. Griffy was born last year right after I turned 41. Before Griffy, Steve used to beg me for another baby...I'm not kidding. I was kinda liking my freedom. Kids in school, I was playing tennis 5 days a week, we were starting to travel. And then we moved and I thought maybe I'll work for J.Crew a few days a week for the discount or maybe I'll just get pregnant...and just like that, I got pregnant. Boy am I glad I don't have to go fold sweaters tomorrow at J.Crew. I'd much rather hang out in my jammies all day and play peekaboo.