The minute I found out I was pregnant with my third I knew I was done having babies. I still have an idea that someday we’ll adopt or foster, but as far as making babies-my shop was closed in February 2007. Since that day I haven’t looked back. I haven’t had the slightest tickle of desire for another and even the most adorable of baby doesn’t bring on those longings that many mother’s feel.
Until now. Lately, I’m baby obsessed. Maybe it’s because mine are grown. Maybe it’s knowing there won’t be any more snuggling or nursing or middle of the night kisses around here again. Maybe I’ve matured enough to know that I would handle it better this time. I would appreciate it more and worry less. Maybe I just want an infant do over.
Whatever the case I’ve got baby-itis and I need a cure. Our lives are finally on an upswing. We’re finally feeling like, for the moment, our heads are above water. I can even see my old size 10 jeans on the horizon. I am not cut out for more kids. I am too old for babies.
I need another solution to scratch the itch. Anybody got a newborn that needs rocked and snuggled? I’d happily volunteer for the job.
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