Every day there are two particular things that I think about. First is moving. I so much look forward to moving out of the city and into a nice suburban single family home. One with rooms large enough to hold all the furniture I need and not be a maze to get in and out of; one with lots of storage space so I don’t have to un-pack everything just to get to that one item I use only once a year. A kitchen I can easily carry a car seat through without accidentally turning on the stove. Where ringing my doorbell doesn’t lead you through gates and doors and everything else, just simply my door. Where I have a basement for my food storage and a garage for both my car and a workshop for Daddy and me to use. A yard for our sweet Daisy and C1 to play in. A home where I don’t have to be creative with our furniture to make it look and feel like a home.
My second daily thought is pregnancy and birth. I very much look forward to the day when I am pregnant again. I LOVE being pregnant and I LOVE Mommy-hood. Along with the joy of creating another child, I think about how I would do things differently with the birth and first few weeks. I will use a midwife or hire my Aunt (who is a midwife) to come to town to be with me. I would have them make sure I hold my baby for longer than I got to when C1 first came out. I would have them show me how to nurse right away and be my nursing support for the next week at least. I would have Husband stay at the hospital with me (since we live a mile from the hospital now, he went home to sleep and feed Daisy), but I wish we could have shared that time together with our new baby. Although, with a second child it might not be as possible, he’ll now have to stay home to care for C1 and Daisy. I would have someone there to help take pictures. We didn’t get a good one with Mommy, Daddy and C1. I would take more time to do newborn pictures and make sure I get what I want and not settle because of emotions.
Oh, how I day dream about these things and wish so bad it was time for them to come true. I have to keep telling myself we’ll be moving in two years. I can manage for two more years. And Husband and I have agreed to start trying again when either I get back to my pre-pregnancy weight or when C1 turns a year old. I’ll keep you updated when I’m pregnant again.