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But I still HAVE a baby!

I was in a local consignment shop the other day, checking out the clothes in the 12-18 months size, when I came across a T-shirt that read “Big Sister.” Did I mention that I was in the 12-18 months section?? I was like, Et tu, Carter’s?

It seems like as soon as the fog of new parenthood clears just slightly, I mean just enough so that you can see your hand in front of your face on some days, the entire universe is already conspiring for you to get pregnant again.

Maybe I’m just easily overwhelmed. I have several lovely friends who plan to start trying for their second in the next few months and they seem calm and ready. I have another friend who just had her daughters 15 months apart. The reality is, if I were to get pregnant again tomorrow, no one would be shocked. And I find that shocking!! Two years apart is hardly the stuff of scandal, I’ll admit. Still, I just can’t believe I’m already here. I guess I just expected that Quinn would be a lot, I don’t know, older by this point.

I mean, Quinn has only slept through the night like five times (and I define through the night as six hours or more). I just got my period back last month. I just buttoned my pre-pregnancy jeans up for the first time a few days ago (and might I add that when I sit down, they do NOT do attractive things to my belly).

This weekend, we got hit with the molars monsoon. We were felled for days. I just can’t imagine doing that kind of grunt work and also having churning nausea, or balooning feet, or acid reflux so bad you see stars. Or having a needy, nursing newborn strapped to your chest.

Being a parent is just so final, so unrelenting, so grown up. I know people have been doing it for a really, really long time, and it seems that many have handled it far better than me. I remember in the early months of mothering, my grandma (who really is a very sweet lady) would ask me how it was going with Quinn, wait for me to answer, and then remind me that she once had twin babies AND five other kids under 7 to care for. You win, grandma! Hands down! No contest!

I’m just really happy with things right now. I have days when everything goes as I expect it to. I have more days where nothing goes as I expect it to and I still have a good time. Quinn is a walking, talking, giggling delight who loves to give me kisses and can ride down the slide by herself.

She is a toddler, but she is still such a baby, too. I’m just trying to hold on to things just as they are. For as long as I can.

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  1. LOL πŸ˜€ I used to be the girl who told everyone they better start trying now, because *things* could happen. And now I’m the girl that tells everyone they better not start trying now, because *things* could happen! πŸ˜‰ Enjoy Quinn’s babyhood!!! Trust me- she’s still a baby! πŸ™‚

  2. “Et tu, Carter’s?” = made me laugh out loud, for real. πŸ™‚

  3. This seems to be a running trend in our society. I’m not sure if it’s the “My baby isn’t an itty bitty baby anymore” mentality or as a dear friend who is on #2 (Her son turns 1 in 2-days, the same day my daughter turns 1) says — “Get it all over & done with now!”

    Personally, I think once they are walking – talking – pottytrained – & fairly self sufficient in entertaining themselves… Maybe, JUST MAYBE, I’ll consider #2. Being that my daughter isn’t doing ANY of those things… She’s still a baby in my eyes. Even if she’s in 18-24m clothes & has a mouth full of teeth.

  4. What I didn’t know when I wrote this: I had just conceived Ruby less than two weeks before!

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