I just think the mum at our baby swimming lessons who appears to be pregnant again, with a baby a month older than Baby Spouse, is crazy.
And that I actually don't want to be pregnant. I don't want to. This is huge.
I am not sure what I'd think if a) I found out I was 20 weeks pregnant (one of those fantasies recurrent miscarriers have) or b) someone magically produced a biological child of ours.
But I even feel moderately positive about our possible future adoption/fostering choices - only not just yet, thanks.
In other news, back to work on Monday, not remotely ready, all and sundry keep telling me I Absolutely Must do A (except they don't know what they're talking about and I don't need to because someone else is) but not bothering to tell me I need to do B (which actually I do because it's accepted I will, which, how am I supposed to know that?).
In other other news, people seem to want Mr Spouse to have interviews with them, which is good, no news back about actual jobs, and he's apprehensive about some of the job locations (too much travelling, he has unfortunately become a bit of a specialist).
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Oh, I know that feeling and it's great, isn't it??
And... Good luck as you start back at work! Hope your first day is fun and people make you feel loved!
Yes! There is someone at H's school who has a daughter in his class, a 1.5-2 year old and is probably 7 or 8 months pregnant. All I can think is, "better her than me!" Did we ever think we would get here? No. But it is a good place to be.
That being said, now that H is 3 I feel ready for #2 to arrive at some point soonish. :)
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