The thought that goes through my mind time and time again is: How do people get through their first and decide they want to do it all over again?! Don't get me wrong.... Olivia is, what I imagine to be, a dream baby, but aside from not wanting to deny her the joys of siblings.... why would I do this again? I never feel like I spent enough quality time with her and when I do spend time with her, as much as I try to stay in the moment, my mind wanders to all of the stuff that could/should get done. Just the guilt of not doing my best at the quality time with my dd... And the stress of making sure there's nothing around that could hurt them...but not too much padding or they never know what pain is like to avoid it and then you have a whole new ball of hot wax on your hands. Speaking of hot, I have just scratched the surface of babyproofing. More fun awaits!
I say this, knowing I will want another one shortly. My friend finally got prego after a year and a half of trying. (I thought my ten months was torturous!) She's a great mother, with a great head on her shoulders. She has nothing to worry about if the theory (I have) that your children will give you as much joy/grief as you gave your parents aka Karma. I am so happy for her and can't wait to see her go through all of those fun changes again. I just happened upon a book in a bookstore, that I saw the title and just laughed out loud: "What to expect when your expected." A parody of the bible to all parents/parents-to-be. I am surprised that I didn't think of that first. It is so in line with my sense of humor.. But I also thought Martha Stewart stole my idea as well (I was just too young to do it). I may have to steal it back from her for my next go-round.
Tis the holiday season. I keep staring at all of the Christmas themed outfits I could/should be getting Olivia. Namely those adorable miniature gowns that every baby girl seems to own. I keep thinking, "She has something red I could throw on her for Christmas." It's really hard to fork over even the smallest of change for something she'll wear for a few hours...ever. Even though she will look totally adorable in it. Am I a bad mother because I don't buy her the frilly frills yet? I am sure I will make up for it when it comes to tutus. You KNOW she's going to be sporting the tutus...the aerodynamic kind that go with her running shoes that daddy buys her ;-)
Okay, I am even boring myself. I just thought that I needed to update my blog and I had a few ideas. Sorry for this one.
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