We are going to be getting another one of these in just a few short weeks.
My heart is filled with joy and my eyes with tears thinking about giving birth to another child.
Everything about a newborn baby is beautiful--there is no creature on this earth more precious.
I want to breastfeed, kiss, snuggle, sing to, read to, bathe, and touch this wiggle worm that kicks me both day and night.
But on second thought, I am not looking forward to the labor that will bring this baby from my womb and into the world.
This time around I know what's coming, I know exactly what to expect.
I know how much pain I will experience and what kind of physical and mental strength is required to give birth naturally.
Last time I didn't have this knowledge.
After thinking hard about it, I'm not sure which is worse--the knowing or the not knowing.
But because I have done it before, I know I am able to do it again.
I know that my body is powerful and I am equipped with everything I need to push another 8 pound little person out of me.
I will remember to trim my nails this time in order to prevent injury to a certain someone's hand.
And I will try and remember that as soon as I mutter the words "I cannot do this" or "I really think I am going to die", that's when we will be verrrrrrrry close to meeting our newest addition.
And when I am told that "we can see the head!" or "the baby is right there!!" I will remember that I am NOT being lied to, those people are telling the truth
And because mother nature is so kind, I know that as soon as I see my baby, the pains of labor will be a distant memory.
Truly, that's how quickly you forget how bad it was.
The very day I gave birth to my daughter I wanted to have another baby. That's powerful love.