Lots to tell about mine and Sammie B's fabulous girls' trip to St. Louis this past weekend, but since its after 2 am and I just finished doing some work and desperately need sleep, that must wait.
One of my favorite pictures from Sammie B's St. Louis Debut Party:
This is Sammie B (duh, you know her!) with my friend Melanie's sweet baby Presley, who is just 9 weeks old. Sam LOVED holding her, and since Presley is the third child in her family, she didn't seem to mind being poked and squeezed a bit.
Just as I thought it would, this picture made B's biological clock tick. Loudly. Not mine . . . I look at it and think it looks SO very sweet, and while I think Sammie B looks just darling sitting there holding such a sweet mini-person, I also think, "whoah, that mini-person looks like a LOT of work." I wonder if I'll ever totally feel READY for that? Our lives are so so full. The thought of loving another mini as much as I love my sweet Bean is just hard to imagine, and I worry so much that having No. 2 would take away from what I have to give her. Like she deserves the moon, the stars, etc., and I don't even know how I'd manage. Its just unimaginable.
But, really, isn't Sammie B so cute with Presley?
B needs a uterus. That would make things so much simpler in our world.
I have lots and lots and lots of thoughts on "Baby No. 2," but that's for another post. One thing I think B and I both have realized is that we don't have to wait for a magical moment, or some moment where we think there's just "room" in our lives for No. 2. You make room. And, we won't wait (as some have [insensitively] encouraged -- for Sammie B to be walking; not fair to her or us to have that sort of pressure/arbitrary timeline; and hey, non-mobile kids can be siblings too dammit, so frankly, we resent such suggestions); but we'll figure it out as we go I suppose, when we need to.
B REALLY needs a uterus.