What is WRONG with me that each month I am secretly hopeful that I'm pregnant? I mean, it would be the 1 in 2000 chance that B's snipping procedure failed. So why, a day or 2 before it should be confirmed that I'm not, do I get a little excited at the idea that I am?
This is the longest in our entire marriage that we've gone without a new baby. Lillian is 2 1/2 exactly. Maybe that's just it. It's just what we do. Have babies. But not anymore. As it should be!
But I held a tiny 3 month old twice Tuesday and it felt soooo good.
And I always thought I wanted to be finished by 30. (and God was very gracious--missed it by 1 month). But no one does that anymore! My friends are still having babies, or just starting even! Maybe that's part of it too.
Bottom line, I am just crazy. CRAZY, I tell ya!