Baby Fever.

It’s happening more and more lately. That yearning, the undeniable want to have another baby. Now that Jonas is 2 1/2 and growing more and more every day, I can’t help but wish that he was that little 6lb 13oz baby that I brought home from the hospital. To swaddle him and hold him for hours at a time. Just listening to him breathe and nuzzling the side of his fuzzy head as he slept. I even miss the late night feedings, 15+ diaper changes a day and the unconditional love that I felt for him when he spit up on me. Motherhood is unlike anything else on this earth. To know that you are loved beyond your ability to comprehend, by this little person, is enough to make any mom’s heart explode.

Jonas is now becoming a little boy. He’s talking, he can happily feed himself Spaghetti O’s without making a complete mess of himself and he knows almost the entire alphabet. Everyday he changes and everyday I love him more. I had no idea what to expect when I was pregnant with him. I knew that I was going to love him but I had no idea HOW MUCH. He is my world. Brian and I were just talking about how easy Jonas blended with our lives. He just BELONGED. There really wasn’t any adjusting to life with a new baby. It’s like this whole time we were missing a part of our lives that we didn’t even realize was missing. So now that we are talking about another baby, it’s hard to imagine another little person to wake up to each morning. Or having another car seat in the car and having to have another highchair at the table at a restaurant. I’m sure when it does happen, it will be perfect. Just like it is supposed to be and like this whole time we were missing a part of our life that we didn’t even know was missing.

Until then, I will chase Jonas around the dining room table until we both fall down. I will get overly excited when he learns a new letter and I will continue to sing him to sleep. He is my world and my world is a much better place because he’s in it.