Guys, I don’t know what’s up with me lately. I seem to be in a baby fever phase…and I have a baby.
My baby is six months old, which seems impossible. Where did the time go? And for months I’ve been obsessing over babies.
I’m starting to believe this is a result of realizing that my newest baby is most likely my last. I only ever imagined having two kids. I grew up with one sibling and have always liked the harmony of a family of four.
It is only recently that I have been contemplating a third child. See? Something is up with me! My brain is screaming, “CRAZY!” while my ovaries/heart are saying, “YASSSSS, GIRL!”
So here I am, stuck in this bittersweet period of watching my baby boy grow and looking forward to all the things he will learn and milestones he will hit, while at the same time mourning the very real probability that I will never again feel tiny life growing inside of me.
This motherhood business is wild. I never would have thought my heart could have been impacted so much. I am beyond grateful for the two beautiful boys that have filled my life. It really is a blessed life.