I know Wells is only five months old and I feel like I have just barely come out of the woods as far as postpartum insanity is concerned, but lately I have had these little inklings--tuggings, if you will--about having another one. It's mainly because I dream of having a little girl named Ramona (in-laws, before you comment, please note that Ramona was my amazing grandmother's name). Ramona Louise? How adorable is that? (Louise Plummer is one of my top literary heroes.) But I suppose if my thoughts of having baby #5 were all about names, I could just get a dog or start a doll collection and use up all the names I love that way. Maybe there's more to it? I'll have to sort through these feelings, but as I do, I'd better take a good look at my past pregnancies lest I forget what it's really like to be pregnant:
Remember how important it is to have a birth plan? Am I ready to go through all that again?
And then there's my pregnant style. (Or lack thereof.) Can I do this again??
How can I ever forget the mood swings and sickness during the first trimester?
And you know the minute I get pregnant I'll have to go live in Taiwan or China, since that has been the case in 2 out of my 4 pregnancies. Plus, I may resemble a beached whale.
I hope I never feel like this again. But alas, I probably will.
Shooh. I could go on. Apparently, I have blogged a lot about being pregnant. Maybe that is a sign that I am a pro and could have a fifth pregnancy in my sleep. I mean, the results of the 40 weeks of torture are well worth it, no?