There are days when I don't know what the hell I was thinking, waiting as long as we did to have this child. Then there are the days I remember, oh yeah, we wanted to wait until we had insurance to pay for said child. And the job stability for the Boy so that we could afford to have me stay home with her. And the insurance so that we could afford to take care of all of us. I guess in the long run the timing was just about perfect. As I cuddled with the kidlet this morning, I nestled her baby sweet head under my chin and felt that warm rush of love through my body. Yup. I want another. I wanted to race to the computer and tell the Boy that he has to give me another baby just like this one. Twice the love. Twice the cuddle. Yes, and three times the fatigue, fights, laundry, all around workload. But for those cuddle moments I could see it happen. For the promise of that I'd do it all over again.

So, soon. I guess. Maybe. I don't know. I have to have the Boy back home again first. Watching A Baby Story on TLC is not exactly helping matters, either. The only cure for this is time. Perhaps toddlerhood. I hope. Wish I could shake this baby fever, at least for now, because it would be crazy to have another one right now.