Babies are everywhere. And if they're not there, their parents are, talking about them. And some days, I'm happy to listen and join in on the conversation, and others....not so much.
Today was one of those days.
A group of us went to lunch today and on the way drive back to work, it was nothing but babies.
And the right amount of years between the first and second. (Can I just have one, please, before all you breeders start planning for your next one?)
And when people were going to start trying to having a baby. "We're going to start in August." (And you'll probably be pregnant by the end of the year.)
And how one baby is getting teeth and the other one is walking. (I got nothing on that one, just sadness for myself.)
I went to read my Rochester friends' blog -- and shouldn't have since it's all about the little girl they just adopted. Probably not the best reading in my current mood. She's thisclose to crawling, and eating new foods and has new teeth. And I'm so happy for them -- and so sad and jealous.
It's one of those nights when I'm hoping for no baby-related shows, an easy fall to sleep, and a restful night. I have yoga tomorrow, and I'm hoping to be out of this mood by then.
I have my blood test on Thursday. I'm feeling indifferent. Some twinges, less than last month, but then again, I wasn't pregnant last month.
I'm so tempted to buy an HPT, but I won't.
But I want to.
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