|Hey readers, look how handsome I am!|
Henry is just at the beginning of being a really fun age. And a really fun (and funny!) baby.
I won't lie. That "fourth trimester" business rocked me. And by that, I mean smacked me in the face and took a shovel to the back of my head. I had NO IDEA what I was in for with this mommy business! There isn't a way to describe how desperate you feel when you're going on three hours of sleep... For weeks on end. When your time is so demanded by a little one that you don't have time to eat, or use the bathroom, much less take a shower. No, I was completely unprepared for how much WORK a newborn was. Even though if asked, I would tell you that we "hung out all day" which sounds quite relaxing and peaceful! Trust me, it wasn't.
|Thigh rolls and chin dimples!|
The memory of this is still quite fresh in my mind. And we even have some fourth trimester-ish days around here. So why, in the name of all that is holy, do I already want to have another baby?!?! What is wrong with me?! Not only was the first three months of Henry's life a tough transition for me, but I absolutely hated being pregnant. I was sick the whole time. I had preterm labor and bed rest. It was nine months of garbage!
So why do I want to do it again? There was a pregnant woman in my barre class over the weekend and I thought, "Awwweeee!! Look at that belly. I want a belly too!" Never minding the fact that I do indeed still have a belly that hasn't recovered from Henry yet. It's just full of squish as opposed to baby.
I've determined babies are like crack. Their sweet little baby faces, and big baby tummies, and cute little baby feet, and precious little baby smiles. I don't understand how people have only one! Gimme some more baby crack!!
And no, this is not a baby announcement on my end. Nor a "we're going for #2!" announcement. Just a confession. Hi, my name is Paige, and I'm a baby crack addict.
|Goofy baby face|