In which I have the fever

I saw a little baby - brand new little freshie - today at the Starbucks. She smelled divine.

I tried to remember that I am exhausted.

I tried to remember that I am run off my feet.

I tried to remember that my tummy has not recovered from the last tiny.

I tried to remember that I was up 3 times last with my 14 month old.

I tried to remember potty training.

I tried to remember how swollen I was with my last pregnancy, how tired I was then.

I tried to remember giving birth in a parkade.

I tried to remember stitches in places where stitches aught not to be.

I tried to remember the fact that my husband is feeling like two is a good place to stop.

I tried to remember all of these things.

Then I remembered this:

(Me and Anne, just hours after her birth 18 August 2006)

(Me and Joseph, just hours after his birth 25 September 2008)

And that's it.

People. I want to have another baby.

I NEED another baby.

This is not good.