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Baby Talk

I'm not the sort of person that get's all warm and fuzzy around babies. I don't offer to hold them or feel all nostalgic for the days of tiny babies. What has done that to me lately has been watching my son play and enjoy himself. Recently, I actually cried while taking a ride on Thomas the Tank Engine with him and watched him bop along to the Thomas music they played. HE makes me want to have another baby. It's when he says 'Mommy, I love you SO much, says the word Ferrari (which is the cutest thing I've ever heard) or when he has a look of pride on his face when he does something he was afraid to do. It's when he climbs on me to cuddle close for a what he calls a 'face hug'(which is a hug with his cheek up against mine) or when I listen to him have a conversation with his Dad. It's all these things that make me want to have another baby and go through it all over again.
It started a couple of months ago when my husband and I were sitting on a park bench watching Ethan run and play. I watched Ethan run with the biggest smile on his face and I said to my husband (much to my surprise), 'Crap, I want another baby' the reason I said it like that was because we were pretty sure we weren't going to have any more babies. Ethan is 3 years old and I just lost a ton of weight. I thought we were pretty much done and were actually talking of a vasectomy. Now, that's all changed. Now, we're talking about trying again in the next few months.
Ethan has been asking for a baby for a while. He says he wants a baby brother named Frank or a baby sister named Ester. Which is comical and God knows where he gets this stuff from. We don't know anyone with those names. Maybe in his last life he was an elderly Jewish man.
I spoke to my doctor and need to go off my meds for a full month before we start trying. It will mean a lot of pain before I get pregnant, but the doctor says not to let my illness get in the way. I'll feel better during pregnancy and probably wouldn't feel the need for the meds anyway. So, in the next couple of months, we'll hopefully on our way to a two child family.

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