June 25, 2008

Last night I had a dream that I was going to have another baby. I am absolutely NOT going to have another baby. I love the kids, and I didn't feel like my family was complete until Jack came along, and now we are complete and we are FINISHED, and I will not have another baby! My friend had her 3rd a few months before I had my third, and she is now wondering aloud about another baby. (Maybe because she has three girls?) She asked whether I was thinking about another, or getting those feelings about wanting a new baby in the house. I told her that this is where my mind is: we had a neighborhood garage sale a month ago. I went to the basement and pulled up ALL the baby "stuff" and ALL the maternity clothes, and all the old baby clothes and marked them all for sale. I went into Jack's room and ripped the clothes off his back and threw them into the washer and took them directly to the "sale room" and marked them for sale. I thought about marking his baby bedding, and even his crib, although saved myself from taking it too far! (We are still using them!!) I am NOT going to have another baby!

June 23, 2008

I just located my old blog after a new friend has been discussing and teaching blogging to others. It's funny how perspective changes so much in such a short time. My old (pre-kids) life really seems like a much more distant memory to me, but as I read my previous blog entries, I am thrown right back into these memories, and the feelings of moving out of the city and into surburbia in Feb. 2005. Many things change. The biggest and happiest change has been the addition of another baby! Jack came along in January of 2007, and has made us all view the world through a new set of eyes, once again! Jack was a long time coming...it took me a while to convince Kurt that we did, in fact, want another baby! Then, we had a few problems during the pregnancy, which turned out to be (thankfully) nothing to worry about, and out popped our little baby boy, the smallest yet at 6 pounds 13 ounces! He came out in less than 2 minutes of pushing, which is not so surprising when you consider that Max (at 9 pounds 1 ounce!) was out in 14 minutes!

We are still chugging along here. I have not returned to work, although finances are tight. I do feel like I need something more, at times, but when I look at the smile on Jack's face, or his day-to-day discoveries, I really try to assess what life is all about. I know I will be back at work some time soon, and I know I will forever ask why I was in such a rush to get back...and I know I will have a lifetime of regrets if I miss the early formative years by returning to work before it's time.

Well, many years have passed, and many things have changed, but things are still the same!