Slow Realization

You know, with your first child (sorry all my posts are about my baby...), you can't even fathom how in the world you could ever have more. Not the whole "How could I ever love another baby as much?!" but the actual, literal caring for more than one child. I mean, seriously. I looked at this newborn who needed 24-7 care and I thought, how do you do it? It's not possible. But, as my baby takes his 2nd nap of the day (1st one was for an hr and a half!) I think, maybe it's possible. Maybe you can physically take care of more than one child. I don't think it will be easy, but all of a sudden, with Jackson taking better naps, I find myself with free time. I try to stay on top of the dishes, laundry, and surface-cleaning of my house. I exercise a little bit. I waste a lot of time on the computer. (Beware of the Pinterest addiction to those of you who haven't encountered it yet.) I do a craft here and there. And then I think, man, I can't wait for him to wake up. So we can play and he can giggle when I blow on his belly or tickle his thighs (his thighs are weirdly ticklish). So we can practice him sitting up. So we can go for a walk and check the mail. So I can sing random songs to him. So I can read books to him. It's like I always have a friend, which sounds oddly pathetic and sad. But, it's true. I always have a buddy. And he has no choice. He must be my buddy. He cannot say no when I decide to change his outfit because I'm bored with what he's wearing. Poor child of mine. And now I'm slowly realizing that I want more buddies. People, chillax, I'm not pregnant. Nor will I be for awhile. But I'm not scared of getting pregnant anymore. It's so fun thinking about my future little babies.

P.S. I guess they weren't lying when they said that you forget the whole labor annnnd for me, the whole non-stop crying newborn thing. I honestly can't remember what it was like those first 2 months. I only know this sweet baby. I love being a mom.