Lately I've been moody, switching between happy, tears, and incredible anger at the drop of a hat. I've also had some major cravings, been achy, and sleeping all the time. Then one day, it hit me: could I be pregnant?
I tested, and I'm not. It's probably just the January/February blues I typically get, but that I've been free of for the past year or two.
As Aaron said, "Woohoo! But also, shucks", because a baby wouldn't be the worst thing ever, but it would make life a lot more difficult right now. We've decided that Gabbie needs to be able to do some things for herself before we bring another child into the world, but sometimes (like now when my best friend is about to pop) it's hard to wait.
Why do they make the babies so darn cute?
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Joe and I have decided to completely avoid the topic until Andrew turns one. But yes, sometimes it really is hard to wait. Isn't it funny how quickly we forget how hard those first days were? Totally worth it, but still, I think it's funny how much I've already romanticized the experience.
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