I have a problem, and I am ready to come clean. I am addicted to being pregnant. The "baby crazies", as my Parenting magazines have called them, generally hit a woman when her child is finally sleeping through the night. If this is true, then why am I having the baby crazies in my 6th month of pregnancy?
Here is what I think: for as long as I can remember I have gone back and forth (almost weekly) about what I want to do with my life. There are so many things, literally hundreds of possible occupations, that I think would be fun or challenging or fulfilling in some way. A lot of people that I know do not feel this way. They have one passion. One amazing ambition for the lives. I have always been jealous of these people.
I am now one of them.
It does not matter whether I end up finishing my PhD or become the CEO of a huge company, none of it will ever amount to anything when compared to what I am getting to do right now: I am creating a life. That is pretty freaking cool, you guys!
Now don't get me wrong...there are still other things that I want to accomplish in my lifetime besides poppin' out more of these little slimy guys...its just that I feel like I have already accomplished the very coolest thing that I will ever get to do. It is a great feeling. I mean it is a really, really great feeling.
And to think that the college me did not even want to have kids.