There I go, M.I.A. again….but I have good reason. Christmas came early this year for us; on Dec 22nd we welcomed another baby boy into our clan. Yes, I am truly outnumbered over here girls. He is a gem. Award Winning Dad and I are mush around him, and Big T and Lil’J are being so protective and adorable. Almost makes you want to do it all over again. WHOA! HOLD UP! WAIT A MINUTE! STOP ME RIGHT THERE!!!!!
If there was only a way to bottle up the aches and pains of the third trimester, loss of sleep, and the pain of a sandbag like weight always on my bladder. Some way to preserve the feelings of carefully waddling around after birth, sneezing and feeling the pull in your woo who, and let’s not forget the stack of bricks on your chest which they call engorgement. Something to remind me that I’m still wearing maternity clothes after birth, will endure even more sleepless nights, and baby weight still left to tackle. I would hand this mixture in a bottle to Award Winning Dad and with even the slightest look or mere mention of another child he would open the bottle and let me smell the memories…the pain…the almost five straight years of being pregnant and breastfeeding. And BAM! Just like that the feeling of another disappears!
So the next time I get a whiff of that new baby smell, or someone lets me hold their newborn and he or she curls their tiny little fingers around mine, or I mistakenly wander into Baby Gap for whatever reason, I would have a weapon. A defense against the urge to add another. But until we get there, I am going to waddle over in my maternity pajamas and smell my new baby.