Thanks to my trip to Colorado, I was quickly reminded that there's a lot more to get in line before I even let my biological clock start to tick.
On Christmas, my lovie little Austin was having fun playing horsey and rock-a-bye-baby. So much fun that he got so wound up he bit me. Yes. I said bit. He's only done it another time where he was so excited he didn't know what to do. I was the proof that before he gets too excited, you have to calm him down.
|Yep. That's shortly after Austin nipped me.|
Another visit with friends landed me in a chaotic setting of twin boys that are almost 2 with a 3.5 year old and a 18 month old playing with all the cool toys at Grandma & Grandpa's. So much noise, crying, snacks, bangs, sharing, meltdowns, blankets, crying, needing mama, on and on and on. Granted, that's an extreme version of having kids, but the twins were enough in themselves that I'm thinking of writing the Pope a letter for sainthood for all mothers of multiples slash asking for a patron saint of mothers of multiples.
To top off all of the baby talk, I have a friend who is expecting her first baby in July. There was a lot of talk about what to expect when you're expecting and comparing tips, tricks, stories, and overall birth was too much for this kid. No joke, made sure that my BC script was ready for pick up when I got back to DC.
While I'm not ready to take the plunge into motherhood - like, kids are not brought to your doorstep by a stork - the visits and the sweet moments of hugs, kisses, dancing, smiles, and loving with my nephies and niecees do remind me that one day it'll be worth it.
|As another sign, here's the text exchange with my mom after I got back to DC before NYE.|