I want another baby human. I know it's totally insane. INSANE. We only recently moved into a fabulous two-bedroom in an even more fabulous neighborhood, meanwhile Archer isn't even 8 months old!!! Not only that, I FINALLY got my body back, totally milfing it up over here. Things are great. Work and life and there is time to get everything done and still catch up on LOST... And all I can think about is socking Archer a sib. Dude. Somebody elbow me in the face and then titty twister me NOW.
A couple weeks ago, BMC was talking about all of the reasons she be like "hell no" to having another kid right now and I was totally, like, "amen sister" but the fact of the matter is, I want at least 18 chillins running around ye old barnyard. Little rascals style.
Okay, maybe not THAT many, but I do want more than one. Too many only-child-syndrome-people I know and that will NOT be happening here. No way, Joe. I wouldn't even allow my dog to be an only child.
And then I start thinking, "Duh!!!!" Of course I want another! How could I not? It's like kicking ass at craps and then walking away from the table. Who does that? Not me. I do not stop while I am ahead, after all, I was born in the 80's. I'm a child of excess.
And even though I do not look forward to going through all of this or this again, I still get excited, gitty and eager to work the preggo-look on the blvd again. And to bring Archer a buddy? Could it get any better? I see my neighbor with her beautiful baby girl and I get all gooey and emotional thinking about how wonderful it is, the newness of it all.
Then I remember that it's all biological. My body is supposed to be telling me this. It's also possible that all of this crazy-thinking has something to do with the fact that yesterday afternoon one of my oldest, bestestest friends birthed a shiny new babe. (Congratulations, K!)
I am hoping, though, that the clock stops for the time being and all these crazy feelings resurface sometime 'round 2008.