All my friends here are having babies these days. Seriously, in my little group there are 10 of us. And of the 10, SIX (count them SIX) have had a baby since the beginning of the year. People, that was only 4 months ago!!
Yeah, when we get together we need a parking spot for all the carriers. Anyway I thought that seeing all these new babies would make me crave one of my own.
And guess what?
IT SOOOOO DOESN'T!!!
They are very cute and all, but all I think when I see them is, "Man, I'm so glad that we are past all that!" Little diapers, spit up, nursing, middle of the night feedings, baby wearing, yellow poop, burping...NO THANK YOU. Oh, mercy, I am so not there. Thank you, Jesus. Really. Thank you.
With that said, I'm also not ready for Big Joe to get the Big "V". That seems soooo final. I am glad, though, that I am (I say "I" only because big JKM has been at this point for quite some time) finally moving in a direction of feeling that our little family is complete.
2 boys (close in age), 2 girls (twins). Hmmm. Why mess with perfection?
Hehe, then Caleb comes up to me today and informs me that he thinks we should adopt a baby. He hasn't made up his mind on boy or girl, but definitely thinks it would be "cool" to adopt another baby.
I don't think the "cool" factor will be weighing in very heavily on our decision.