Practicing For Two

It's no secret to most that I'm anxious for another baby. Minutes after Ty was born I was already thinking how much I wanted another. When he was six months I had decided, with Jeremy that when Ty was nine months old, we'd start trying for number two. Well then nine months came and I didn't feel quite ready, but I'm starting to feel the ready feeling now.

It scares me though. Not the part about having the baby here, that part I love. I could care less about loss of sleep and sore boobs (sorry if that's too graphic for the boys). The part I fear the most is the pregnancy. Unfortunately I am one of those who didn't like being pregnant at all. I loved the idea of being pregnant. I loved thinking about this little human growing inside me. Each week I was fascinated to read what progress he was making as he grew and I loved feeling him move and hearing his heartbeat. But I didn't like the way it made me feel physically. I won't go into detail because it's all recorded in the archives of my blog...every week of my first pregnancy.

I hear each pregnancy can be different and I hope this is the case, but either way, it's all worth it to have that baby here. Yesterday I got to practice having two. I was tending a friends baby, who is just older than Ty, and I had a ball. They were so cute and fun. Made me want another, even if I suffer for nine months!