Babies

I don't have time to blog about the trip tonight. I just wanted to say, NO, seeing the baby did NOT make me want another one. I still think of pain when I see a pregnant woman. Not the pain of childbirth. . . that is only one day and there's epidurals for that. The pain of carrying the baby: backaches, leg cramps, nausea, the baby pressing on nerves and getting in ribs, swelling and mood swings. When I hold a newborn, yes, they smell good, they are sweet, cute and tiny. Their skin is soft and their hair like silk. They are innocent and cuddly. I want to hold them and kiss them and give them back when they cry. I think of sleeplessness nights, delirium, frustration, sore nipples, thrush (which is about the worse pain EVER), never-ending crying, unwanted advice. . .and mostly wanting to go to sleep more than anything in the world and not being able to. All of that lasted way too long with my babies and I have NO desire to do that ever again. . . unless they were adopted, bottle fed, and the other kids were in school . I'd also need to have access to and the ability to pay a sitter so I could nap or just needed help. I love babies, but thank God for vasectomies because I can not do it again. This is going to come back and bite me, isn't it?