Mary Poppins had a post up at PiP all about babies. Like I told her, if I had a uterus, and if Hubby had all his tubes intact, we would be making us a baby. Okay, so I would be making the baby. Hubby would be in a coma. Otherwise I'd never get him to agree to another one.
I miss the baby stuff. I miss the snuggling, the neck breathing, the teeny little clothes. It's been long enough now that I can even look back at the night feedings through a haze of "baby love" and see the comfort of rocking in the dark, with a tiny body curled up on my chest.
If it were possible, I would (along with a million other women) have only babies. No, not actually GIVE BIRTH to them, just....have them. They would stay little for a long time, and then, I dunno. They wouldn't turn into teenagers, that's for sure. They'd skip the horrors of being picky toddlers. Just babies. Lots and lots of babies. Baby toes, baby skin, tiny little hats, the smell of powder everywhere, the soft glow that seems to follow them around. (Perhaps that's the wine talking now). Yup, I'd have a litter full of the little creatures.
You can see why Hubby is so glad that I have no uterus.