Yesterday Jay had to go visit a Soldier whose wife had just had a baby. Apparently getting to hold their little one was a very moving experience. He came home committed to having another baby. Now. I attribute this to the fact that he missed Houston’s birth and he wants to have that experience. I’ve told him that Houston was kind of hard to be around for the first few months but he is undeterred.
I’ve been pretty strong on the third baby thing: I want one, but not too soon. The thing is, Houston has been sleeping well lately and is at a really fun age. I enjoy pregnancy and am starting to feel that little bit of envy when I see a pregnant woman. This spells trouble. I’m kind of forgetting how much it sucks to not sleep at night. Kind of. Sleep is still my favorite thing and I wake up every morning already looking forward to going to bed that night. There aren’t enough hours in the day for me to get enough sleep to really feel refreshed.
But then I had one too many pumpkin beers last night and starting thinking another baby won’t be bad. Started to think, what’s wrong with just letting nature take its course. I could actually get pregnant, that’s what’s wrong. But it’s not actually really wrong, or a bad thing, so…
Let’s just say we’re dreaming slightly different dreams these days.