Fact: it is Friday: Where I talk about myself. On Fridays.
I don't talk about my babies, unless I want to, which sometimes I might. But mostly Fact: it is Friday is when I'm going to tell you something you maybe didn't know about me.
Or perhaps a story from my bucktoothed-childhood or bratty teenage years.
Becky Fact 17: I love babies. I am in a constant state of Baby Craze.
Before I got married, I was like "Sure, Travis, we can totally wait two years before we start having kids. No problemo."
One day after we were married I was like "Get me pregnant! We need a baby! I'm throwing this birth control out the window!"
But he didn't, we didn't, and I didn't.
Together we managed to fight off my desire for a multitude of babies for nine. entire. months.
At which time I stopped fighting it, and Travis stopped fighting it. And we gave in.
We wanted to get pregnant.
And pregnant I got.
You guys, I'm not pregnant now. We're not trying to get pregnant. I know, alright, that it would be insane for me to get pregnant now, and so I'm not as baby crazy as I once was.
But if I found out I was pregnant right now, I wouldn't be disappointed.
Ecstatic might be the right word.
No. Overjoyed, but not ecstatic.
Aw, who I am I kidding? Ecstatic it is.
Here's a story:
When I first saw my two day-old babies lying together in a crib, I started sobbing. I kept repeating to Travis "Oh my gosh, I wish they were triplets. I love them so much, I wish we had more."
I've moved on past that, to extreme gratefulness that I don't have triplets. One baby wouldn't be enough, but three babies would be too much. So two is perfect.
But seriously. I don't think that is a normal reaction.
When did you start thinking about another baby? Was it in the hospital, holding your brand new baby? (or babies?)
Although I do have to admit, I've gotten really used to my cushy 9 hours of sleep a night and when a baby wakes me up at 4am with a poopy diaper I start having meltdowns.
Who does that dumb baby think he is?!
A friend recently brought her twins home from the hospital and I promised I'd spend the night tonight and help out.
And I will. That's the plan.
But you guys... I'm freaking out. I'm scared. I remember nights of no sleep, and they were the worst thing ever.
Perhaps this night will be the kick in the pants that I need to remain unpregnant for another few months.
Unless it's not hard and I feel great tomorrow, in which case Travis may be in for some very persuasive talk of babies.
Hmmm.... So what do you think? Am I insane, or is baby-hunger the norm?
Fact: I would love it if you voted for me:
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