Just recently, a good friend of mine filled me in on the news. She's pregnent. With her second, as it seems all of my friends have popped out recently. Of the five of us, Im the only one left with a single child. From happily married to single with a pair of adopted, they are all forming little herds and as I sit in the hospitals 5n/motherbaby overflow listening to the cries of the most recently born kids in town, I cant help feeling just a tad left behind.
My head knows that I want to do it right this time. You know, that logical sequence of college degree, wedding ring, (second) baby. But my heart stirs watching them redo those first kicks from the womb, those first family introductions, and the first snuggles with their newborns. They argue over baby names and two kids in the family bed, and I try not to forget how precious this time with just the two of us will be when its my turn for a second.
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