There is a commercial out right now that I swear could have been filmed in my house. Funnily enough, it’s a birth control commercial. It starts with a shot of a Mom doing some chore and thinking to herself how she’s ready to start trying for another baby. She’s smiling wistfully walking down the hallway, turns the corner…to find her toddler son covered in paint in the middle of the living room. Mom’s face drops, camera cuts to the kid, who very matter-of-factly states, “I’m paintin’ my arm.” Camera cuts to Mom, who turns away & thinks, “Maybe I can wait a little longer…”
Yup. That’s me. My little guy is 2 and a half, and I swear that what they say is true: as a mother, you FORGET about what it was like to have a newborn. Heck, what it was like to be PREGNANT! I know some women are all glowing and graceful throughout their pregnancies, but I am not that woman. The closest I came to ‘glowing’ was the constant layer of sweat on my body from waddling around 7 months pregnant in August (in Florida). My son sat on my sciatic nerve from 14 weeks on, and I was in crazy amounts of pain through a lot of my pregnancy. Was it amazing to feel him moving & growing inside of me? Sure! What didn’t feel amazing was the bruised ribs he gave me (the week of my baby shower). I was thankful to have had a fairly normal pregnancy, but the little dude was impatient to make his grand entrance to the world, and I did wind up on bedrest. He was born 5 weeks early but was PERFECT (again, I know how blessed I am) and came home from the hospital with me. He did have tummy troubles which led to long bouts of screaming, and he didn’t sleep through the night until he was well over a year old. But, he was perfect and for that I am eternally grateful.
Now, just a few short years later, here I am, wanting to do it again! I miss the little baby days…he’s so much more independent now, which is GREAT…but I can honestly say that time has made me crazy enough to actually miss those late nights in the rocker, cuddling that sweet baby…until I find him dumping salt all over my coffee table, and proudly declaring, “I helping!” Helping?! Really? It never fails that every day there are at least 10 instances in my house that could be in that commercial about birth control. But I’m not getting any younger (I know 30 isn’t old, but it’s not young when it comes to making babies), and my poor hubs definitely isn’t getting any younger (He’ll be 39 in a couple of weeks). Our son is dangerously close to being spoiled rotten by family members…they’ll STOP if they have to double everything! Above all else, I want to give him a sibling. I have a brother and my husband has 2 sisters…we want him to experience that.
It’s official: We’re trying for #2…Maybe.