Please Sir, Can I Have Some More?

Day 401
I fear I have caught one of the most contagious psychological fevers this world has to offer and have been suffering from ‘Baby Fever’ for almost two rotations of the sun. Why must this fever torment me so?

Day 457
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby. Find all songs with baby and play on loop. Ashanti come through.

Day 503
There are talks of a baby boom amidst the lockdown of the corona virus. Will I too be apart of this boom? Only time will tell.

Day 594
Why do you mock me?? As baby announcements and actual babies are popping up here and there, it feels like I’m constantly being reinfected. Their adorable proportions, looking like living chibi characters. Their smell- oh gosh that baby smell. Their newborn cry that somehow reaches you no matter where you are and yet still sounds muffled when staring right at them. I miss the swirling, the pokes and prods in my tummy, as well as the anticipation of their arrival. What sweet torment.

Day 624
I believe I have finally gotten through this bout of fever. My youngest is potty trained and we have a great flow in our house.

Day 630
‘Twas all a LIE. I do still want you #3.

Day 647
No luck so far. I’ve always wanted 4 kids and I’m halfway there. I enjoy seeing my kids interact with each other and seeing their relationship grow. As someone who is extremely close with my sister, it’s great having someone who shares my quirks, someone to speak about serious family matters and can validate our roller coaster life growing up.

Day 699
Radio silence. While I’m ready to try for number three. Alas, it’s not a deed I can acquire on my own. My spouse is calm and I, if you can’t tell by my previous writings. Am a ball of energy and oddity. My two boys have so far inherited my ‘free spirited’ ways. So we kinda (very much so) overwhelm him. I keep telling him that our third will probably be like him so he’ll have a partner to chill with and watch us like ‘where did those weirdos come from?’ Everyone loves company, right?

Day 735
Will he ever agree to number three? I shan’t give up hope.

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