for when that time comes.

Let me start off by saying,

"No. I'm not pregnant. This is not an announcement of any kind."

Ok, glad I got that out of the way. 

I figured I'd clear the air so I didn't have people trying to read between the lines. 

None of that here, I just told you straight out. 

But...I have a confession.

Hi, my name is Kristin, and

I have baby fever.

There. I said it.

I've known for...well...ever that I've always wanted to be a mama. 

I used to nurture and take care of my dolls.

I'd carefully dress them and tuck them in for their naps.

I'd watch real moms tend to the needs of their children and think to myself, "I want to do that some day..."

What I didn't know, and to be honest, wasn't fully prepared for, is the INSANE amount of love you feel for this new little life.

It was instant. 

The doctor handed James to me for the first time after giving birth and I was a changed person.
Simple as that.

I mean, just when I begin to think that there couldn't possibly be more love in my heart for James, a new day arrives and I find myself loving him even more.

As Michael and I talk about adding to our little family, I begin to find certain questions creeping into my mind.

"What if I don't love baby number 2 as much as I love James?"

"Would I have enough love to give to the next one?"

"What if James has a hard time adjusting to a new sibling?"

I've heard it time and time again.  Everyone says that it's instant love with the second (and third, and fourth, and however many you decide to have).  You automatically make room in your heart for this new little life.

It just happens.

The good news?

I have some time to prepare.

I have some time to continue to love my sweet not so baby boy.

And when baby number 2 comes?

I will be ready...

and so, SO excited.





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