knocked up

So I'm barefoot and pregnant again.  When we talked in the past about spacing our kids we always agreed that we wanted the babies close in age.  EDA is April 6 so Colin and baby will be about 21 months apart.  I should be thrilled.  And I guess, I am now.  But to be honest, when I first found out I was pregnant, I started freaking out.  All of a sudden it was way too soon to have a second.  I mean, seriously, what were we thinking.  Things with Colin are just starting to get easier.  He's walking on his own.  He's starting to communicate.  He's sleeping through the night!!  He's practically self-suffiicient (not).  But now, our world is going to be once again, flipped inside out with a new baby.  No more sleeping through the night (Although I haven't slept through the night in 13 weeks).  No more eating out.  No more going out... wait, we haven't gone out since Colin was around.... regardless, it'll be tough!  And scary!

But the worst part is I'm not going to Hawaii!  This coming birthday I turn the big 3-0.  I convinced my parents and Dr Evil to go to Hawaii during the week of my birthday.  Now I can't go cuz I'll probably deliver some time that week.  Boohoo!  When I look back I know I'll be so much happier with the memories of my new baby than without... but right now... I'll lament in my Hawaii-less sorrow. 

Now that I've had some time to accept the fact that there is a baby on the way with or without my consent, I'm getting excited.  What do you think of Caitlin for a girl or Dylan for a boy?

Remember the hundreds of photos we took of my pregnant belly when I was carrying Colin?  We haven't taken even one this time around.  Not even born and already neglected. 

Once upon a time...

Dr Evil and I were in love.  He used to call me cutie pie.  He'd walk beside me and hold my hand.  Life was good. 

Then we had a baby. 

Life is still good.  But now Colin is Dr Evil's cutie pie.  And I'm just pie.    Left in the dust to push the empty stroller, while Dr Evil and Colin walk hand-in-hand ahead of me.

Sometimes at night, he'll say, "I love you, cutie pie." and for old-times sake I'll reply, "I love you, too" with a big grin.  Then he'll turn to me and say, "Not you, Pie!"  Where's the love?