Baby Fever

Baby fever just comes up at the perfect moments, doesn't it?

It's been getting worse and worse for me lately, and I'm not exactly sure why. I want another kid at some point, but I know now isn't the best time ... and I'm really quite enjoying being a family of 3 right now. But still, I get baby fever ... and it's more and more lately.

Of course it doesn't help that I have my fair share of friends with young babies, brand new babies, and friends that are pregnant. It really doesn't help my ... hankering when I see their photos on facebook!

Today, however, was the worst. I decided to go through Aden's old clothes. I had 15 months worth of outgrown clothes to go through and decide what to keep and what to get rid of. Yeah ... that was not fun to do while I've got baby fever! I guess I was temporarily relieved of my baby fever when I decided sorting through the clothes was a good idea -- because shortly after starting I realized "Oh my GOD I do not want to get rid of ANYTHING." I'm sure I ended up putting things I could let go of in the "keep" bin, but ... eh ... we'll have another kid eventually, so hopefully the silly things I'm keeping will still have more use from us.

Don't get me wrong, I'm totally loving being a family of three, and I adore the stage Aden is at right now. He's hilarious and perfect and I really couldn't be happier with him. But I still want that second child, you know? I want at least two children ... and we all know I do want them close together. And now that Aden is 15 months old, baby fever is kicking in like mad. It's ... not fun, to say the least.

Of course I had to tell Richard that sorting through clothes was not an easy task due to my baby fever ... and he says "I gave you the option to get knocked up." Err ... actually, getting knocked up right now is NOT an option. It's not gonna happen anytime soon, to Richard's despair. I want to wait until we're in a bigger place -- this place will not hold the belongings of two small children.

I guess until then, when baby fever strikes, I'll just have to repeat a few things to myself in my head: Our house is not big enough, we don't have enough money, and I'm okay being a family of 3 for now. Repeat, repeat, repeat. Hopefully that'll help ... for now.