Last night my mom uploaded all the pictures from Lucas’ birth for me. She was the only one who took pictures right after he was born, and I’ve been wanting them for awhile now.
It had been 11 months. Exactly.
I was already nostalgic. Lucas will be one in just one short month. This third baby’s life has gone by so much faster than the girls’ it seems. Alaina is already NINE. I swear Lucas will be nine tomorrow considering this first 11 months has flown by so quickly.
As I looked at the pictures this morning, I was remembering, really remembering, how happy I was when he was born. I was fairly positive he was our last child. But now I’m wondering.
Wondering if I’m ready to never birth another child. To never have this feeling again:
It makes me sad thinking I may never do or feel this again. But I also don’t know that I want to raise another child. You know what I mean. Darn babies. They get me every time.
So I’m not going to rule it out. I did that after #1. And #2. And look where that got me?
With two more kids. 🙂
Today I’m linking up with Heather of the EO for Just Write, an exercise in free writing your ordinary and extraordinary moments.