Hmm, so I guess this would be month 8 then...
Yeah nothing on that front.
I told a friend of mine who visited 2 weeks ago that the longer this drags out the less concerned I am with adding to the family as opposed to with my first, when I became more paranoid with each passing month. I guess as the kids both get more independent (i.e., I am sitting here on the computer, Leif is playing Wii, Skadi is watching a movie) it is more of a lifestyle I am willing to stick with.
Then I see the itty bitty-ness of cute babies and thing again.
I want a baby. I want to add another little person to our family. I am not ready to kiss goodbye to the little clothes, the nursing, even the sleepless nights and money dedicated to daycare bills.
But if it isn't meant to be then I am ok.
Really. I am.
I think.
