Dear Lord, you all.
I haven't been able to FOCUS at all.
I think, for the most part, I've just been ridiculously happy as of late and maybe a little part of me is afraid to say "Hey! Look at me! I'm happy!" because... well... I don't really know why. Perhaps because several not-at-all-happy things happened in 2011?! Perhaps because it's just hard for me to say that out loud?! I know, I know, it's RIDICULOUS... but it's so UNLIKE me to not have a litany of complaints on the tip of my tongue.
(Not that I was unhappy before. But, you know, I'm an over-analyzer.)
I've just got this crazy baby-fierce love thing going on right now with Nora Kate that blocks out a lot of my life's seemingly smaller problems. I think it's A LOT because, after she came out, I had this weird "We're done having kids" feeling. I know it sounds crazy but I do sort of feel like our little family unit is done. Karl says that the baby is too young to make any permanent decisions (HA! Since I was the one who originally wanted 5 kids and he was more the "we'll see after the first one" type.). I'm definitely not completely ruling out future babies (of my own body or of the adoptive variety... I definitely can NOT fathom going through pregnancy and labor again.), but I do have a strong no-more feeling.
So... I'm constantly thinking "This is the last time I'll ever have a baby this small" (I REALLY feel like it is!) or "This is the last time I'll be getting up at night to nurse a baby." Three months in and I still seriously look forward to our nighttime nursing sessions - she really only has one and I use it as my excuse to keep her in the bed with me.... because the co-sleeper that ATTACHES to our bed is apparently too far away. (If you guys KNEW the musical beds that happened in our house you might be horrified. What can I say? We like sleeping with our kids. And one day they won't want to sleep with us!)
Basically, I want to be all selfish and soak her in and enjoy her and lay in bed with her all day. I know I DID those things with Nate but, well, he was the first so we spent a lot more time concerned about things like IS HE BREATHING?! or WHY IS HE BREATHING LIKE THAT?!? Everything seemed a bit more stressful with him. I can't decide if the difference is that NK is an easier baby or that I'm a more relaxed parent. Or perhaps (and most likely) a little bit of both. Plus, I think, with Nate, I KNEW we would be doing the whole baby thing again.
And, really, if I could guarantee that all subsequent children would be as easy as NK, I might consider having, say, ten more?! (Er... maybe just the one more.)
I mean, let's face it. Karl and I make adorable babies.