Baby fever is starting to catch up with me.
A few months ago, I had a pregnancy scare. Hmm…I don’t think I actually like calling it a scare. I know I wasn’t ready at the time and I was a bit freaked out. Amazing how a few months can really make a difference.
It’s not even a feeling of missing being pregnant or seeing all of the cute onesies out there. Hell, even maternity fashion has improved a lot from two years ago. I sincerely want another baby.
I guess I never really considered Bear to be my only living child. I’m sure had Ethan lived, my feelings towards another rainbow baby now might be a little different. I might be like, ‘Nah, two is enough.’ Or I might have been, ‘Hmm…I want another.’
What I do know for certain is I need a baby in me by the end of the year. Preferably before my October birthday.
Time isn’t on my side so I need to get on the ball and pretty soon. Send me a lot of prayers, baby dust, juju, and whatever else you have.