While I'm really not "saying" it, I'm expressing.
Ok, here goes...... Children are contagious. Seriously I hate to even let this be known, but for the last week I have caught myself thinking about a second child. Is that crazy or what? Wyatt is so young yet my retarded brain is already planning for more.
Yesterday, while walking into the church I saw Erica walking across the parking lot and before I knew I thought it my mind said, " Awe, I miss being pregnant." But my real brain doesn't miss being pregnant. My real brain wants to fit into my regular clothes. My real brain wants to enjoy the summer, play volleyball and go to the county fair as many times as I can without coming home with swollen feet. My real brain is happy with life as it is and is enjoying the blessings of God.
Now, while I do ponder on a second child it is usually only when Wyatt is being all cute or when he is sleeping. When Wyatt is up at 2 in the morning, even if he is just hanging out and cooing to himself, I am no longer thinking of a second, but rather I am dreaming of the time when Wyatt is 10, sleeps by himself and I can once again get a full 8 hours of rest.
Anyway, isn't that crazy. I can't believe my mind is ambushing me like this. But, seeing as Wyatt took about three years to get, I don't think we have too much to worry about right now.