It seems like every other day another friend announces her pregnancy. Well, that’s an exageration, but what’s not an exageration is that a good fraction of my friends are, indeed, pregnant. (Congratulations to Jamie whose husband just broke the news.) I’m so happy for them. I’m so excited in anticipation of the little peanuts’ arrivals, so excited for more playfriends. I love watching the older siblings learn about the babies’ impending arrivals. I love watching my friend get bigger and bigger. (Not in the mean way! I think pregnancy is very beautiful.)
What makes me happiest of all, however, is knowing this year I am not getting pregnant. I am completely happy to watch all my friends’ families expand, and joy increase. As I watch them waddle along in discomfort and tell me how tired they are all I can hear is a ticker-tape parade in my mind chanting “I’m not getting pregnant this year!” Woo Hoo!
Right now I can hardly handle the two I’ve got — this morning’s soundtrack was the two of them screaming all. morning. long. I really want our household to get more organized. I really want to clean up some of our finances. I really want to spend more one-on-one time with my children. I am not ready for another. I’m so happy for all of you. I’m so much more happier for me.
Now all I need to do is make sure that I’m not gaining any of those nasty sympathy pounds. I’m supposed to LOSE weight this year and so far I’m not off to a great start.