Impatience at it's best
Both Bill & I are people who have a hard time being patient with the good things in life. It's just so hard to wait. Christmas & birthday presents? Always given early. Good news? It can't wait until after work, there's always a voicemail, text message or email to break the story. Engagement & marriage? 3 months of dating was all it took. I guess we just get really excited about these kinds of things & I suppose planning for baby #2 is the same way. So, I shouldn't be surprised that when we talked about waiting until January, we've pretty much already started.
I was thinking about how if things go as easily as they did with Logan, we could possibly have a summer baby on our hands. Since last month's cycle was so off, who knows what will happen, but I wouldn't be surprised if we had an announcement to make at Christmas. In light of this, I kind of got the "oh crap" feeling since I'm not feeling physically prepared yet. I drink enormous amounts of coffee everyday, a glass or two of wine at night a few times a week, skipping breakfast, not drinking enough water & not taking a prenatal vitamin. Yeah, it doesn't sound like I'm taking very good care of myself & there's nothing like preparing for pregnancy to motivate that change.
I had my last glass of wine last night (I will have a drink out with friends & at Bill's company Christmas party, though!) & my last sip of coffee this morning (my full mug is still staring me down while I sit at the computer). Logan & I also went out to run some errands this morning & picked up a bottle of vitamins, too. Not that I did any of these things in preparation for Logan & he turned out fine (I was taking creatine, caffeine & pyruvate among other things for crying out loud!) but you know, mother's guilt. I didn't have it then & there's no getting rid of it now.
I laughed when talking to Bill about this the other night. "Didn't we say that we were going to wait?" He just shrugged his shoulders. "What difference is a month going to make?" Good point. In all of this, Bill seems to have baby fever more than I do. This is not a bad thing at all & it's actually really sweet. He's gone from "we have along time to think about this" to "why wait?" ever since I was definitely not pregnant this month & I'm sure it all has to do with doing exceptionally well at work & the thought growing on him for that week of the unknown.
So, I guess we're not really waiting after all.