As the time to possibly start TTC gets closer I find I am less enthusiastic than I thought. Last night I climbed into bed with Pookie and we were snuggling each other and I just felt so much love for her. I was thinking how much I am enjoying being a mom to her and how nice our life is now. Not that is wasn't nice when she was a little baby, but it is much more relaxed and free now.
I keep thinking how another baby will disrupt this and I just can't imagine giving up any of "our" time. At the same time I really do want a second child and I really want to be able to give her a little brother or sister.
I never thought I would feel this way. I know it is normal... but I didn't think it would happen to me.