Baby Fever

I've got it in a bad way. It comes and it goes but its there, waiting, resting, plotting until that moment when I find out the yet ANOTHER person is expecting and then BAM! It pounces, kills my soul a little bit, eats me alive. Turns me into a mad women really. It lasts a day or two (or a week or three) then calms down again until the next time. It makes my husband crazy because he gets really annoyed with my cornering him trying to convince him that we want, no NEED another baby! The WORLD needs another one of our adorable offspring! SOPHIA, for the love of all things, needs a sibling!

Thank goodness he is the voice of reason on this one. As he calmly peels me off of whatever wall I've climbed in my desperation, explaining about all the extra costs...the, more than likely, need to purchase insulin again, iron, b12 shots. A new car seat, bigger car. The exhaustion, the whole being pregnant part. Our goals, lack of extra finances, unstable jobs, housing and on and on and on as I sputter meekly that I WILL cloth diaper this time, and I'll nurse again, and I'll go back to work and, and, and...Its a lost battle. Why does he have to be right?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
GRANDPARENTS (AND GREAT GRANDPARENTS) CONVINCE MY HUSBAND OTHERWISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And seriously? Look at this baby. Just LOOK. And TELL me the world be a better place without another one. You can't do it can you?

I didn't think so.