Baby Fever.

I want another baby. SO BAD. I dream about having babies almost nightly, and sometimes the dreams are so real that I wake up sad when I discover that I really didn't just give birth. August is finally here! The month I've been waiting for to start trying. Originally my plan was to be skinny. Damn. Didn't happen. I have issues with food and laziness. Anyway, we are carrying on with our baby making plans. I'm dreading the waiting. Even though it only took 3 months of trying to conceive Isla, the waiting drove me crazy. I would buy a million pregnancy tests each month and test early because I just couldn't stand it any longer.

Anyway. You might be thinking....Another baby?! Don't you live in a small apartment? Isn't Isla already driving you to the brink of insanity? Aren't you a lazy person who values nap time?? With 2 kiddos napping will be nearly impossible. Aren't you already obese? Don't you want to be skinny first? I thought you didn't have any money.

Yes. All of those things are correct. But, I am a huge believer in the fact that there is never a "good time" for a baby! Andy was unemployed when we had Isla, but we made it work! We will be out of this apartment in January and into a rental house, and hopefully Andy will have made some sales by then! As for the fatness...I'm just going to deal with that after baby #2. Obviously I will not be two-fisting oatmeal creme pies and cheetos all day long. I've learned my lesson. I fully intend to get a personal trainer, or lipo. Possibly a tummy tuck. Thankfully my dad knows a good plastic surgeon.

I realllllly miss being pregnant and having a baby move around in my belly! Granted, I never once had any type of morning sickness or any pregnancy issues really...it was pretty much smooth sailing. My fingers are crossed that #2 will be just as easy...

Ohhh fresh baby skin! So kissable. I miss the snuggly newborn stage!



Sooo tiny!



So, yeah. Total baby fever. I can't even handle it. The fever goes away on occasion, like when Isla is banging her head on the elevator door because someone got off before us, and she now thinks we won't be getting off at all. Or when I won't let her push the cart at Target....but the fever always comes back.