I've been thinking about babies a lot the last couple of days. It seems like all of my friends are about ready to pop. And those that aren't about to pop are finding out if their little bun in the oven is a boy or a girl. That makes me want to find out what I'm having next! Then reality quickly hits me in the face and I remember that my "next one" won't be here for another couple of years. Then I smile. I have my first maternity photoshoot today (and another one tomorrow) and I've been looking at all kinds of photos so I can be really inspired. And oh yeah! Last night's episode of "The Office" had me in fits of laughter and suddenly I realized... I had forgotten how fun it is to hold that tiny little person in that giant bundle of blankets and realize that someday they will grow up and I'd better be the best example I can be.
I miss that.
But don't misunderstand me. I don't really want a new baby just yet. I just want all my friends to have their babies and let me come and hold them. And hold them and hold them and hold them. I love how teeny, tiny they are and how cute every little thing is. It's funny to me... I've never been much of a baby person. It wasn't until I had Marshall that I truly could appreciate babies... human or animal. Whenever I see (or hear) one, I always have to take a peak but until now, I've never NEEDED to hold one. But today I need to hold one. I may have to wait until next week, but the first newborn I can get my hands on... watch out!
Then I'll have my fix and I'll be good for a while. My Tyler still needs to grow some more before we get a new babe around here.