- November 28, 2010
- 9 Comments
- Parenting/Family
What is this Aching, Uterus?
Dear Aching Uterus,
I’m done.
No really… I am DONE.
*snip*
I have 3 spawn Lights of My Life that give me all the stress chaos joy one woman with2personalities could possibly handle.
But what is this? This strange feeling… this, this… little ache I have been feeling?
A friend’s newborn here, a newborn there… here a newborn, there a newborn, everywhere a newborn… all warm and snuggly. Those infant heads… so soft and sweet.
*rubs uterus*
Then the memory of coming home with a new person… Such fear, yet such joy.
Fear, uterus. FEAR.
I ache?
However little. It is there.
No Sleep, Uterus. NO SLEEP.
What the H-E-Double-Hockey-Sticks, Uterus!?
Listen, Uterus… I have gotten 8.5 hours of sleep – STRAIGHT sleep the last 2 nights. And that brings a great deal of joy to me ask well.
Perhaps this will always be. The internal struggle – loving the warm, sweet breath of the newborn vs. loving the warm, sweet feel of my pillow for 8.5 hours straight.
And also my body. Not much difference, at this point, between me being pregnant and throwing my body in front of a truck.
Sincerely,
Your Host
It’s OK folks. I’m OK. I won’t do anything crazy… like get myself knocked up.
But, I am so surprised that I would ever feel sweet on the thought of me and babies ever again. They’re tiny, warm, cute, and wicked-sweet… but they’re brutal.
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9 Responses to “What is this Aching, Uterus?”
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I want a baby so badly–but will not have another one! I’m right there with you–get choked up at little babies, miss those sweet precious times, but UGH–never again! I would be pea-green with envy if one of my close friends had another baby! I love it, miss it, but not enough to ever go through it again! I’m with you sister! What the hank Uterus!!!!
I’m having the same issues. Sweet, snuggly newborns everywhere and we. are. done. But maybe just one more? And then I step on a toy (OW!) or have to wash peed-on sheets for the THIRD DAY IN A ROW and think, “Oh. OK. No, I’m really done with this. Next stage, please!”
What the heck, Jenny’s uterus? Have you been secretly talkin’ to mine? Not right.
I was just talking about this very thing TODAY.
No more babies- all I want for Christmas is a little snip snip (for my honey).
But those babies. And their Oxytocin.
Oh my.
We know so many woman right now waiting to give birth.
I blame them and their hormones.
And baby toes.
Cause they’re stinkin’ cute.
But I LIKE SLEEP.
A lot.
You could say I LOVE IT- and would be right.
Such joy and such sweetness. Brooklin is at the 18 month stage, it’s brutal! My uterus is screaming no, but that day will come.
Jenny – I so relate! I have a 12 year old & a 6 year old. I should be elated at the “me” time, not to mention that physically another pregnancy would be brutal. Yet that’s what I want. Am I crazy!? Yes.
Me too. In fact, I pretended I was pregnant at Thanksgiving, so I could eat for two.
*snort*
You KNOW I’ve had the baby ache lately….
Jenny, I have 5 and one’s still a wee chubby toed babe, but I still want more! This will haunt us until our own children can produce the children we truly desire…. Perfect Babies that can be given back!!! Woot Woot! For now I must contentedly accept that I have only 5. and that’s it. Not fun. I’m going to keep my baby small forever though. I’m going to hold him all the time so he never learns to walk or run away from me. I think I might have to stop nursing him when he’s 4, but I can still give him a bottle for the rest of his life. No cups allowed.
i feel that every. single. time.
every time i hold a baby…..see a sweet baby….hear a crying baby….i love them.
and i want them.
but then….they become teenagers and i understand why you shouldn’t just keep having babies. and why so many moms seem like they have lost their minds….because they have.
their teenagers have taken all they had left.
Oh friends. Left field.
Left. Field.