Yeah right

I thought I could actually keep up with this blogging thing! HA! After the baby was born the house turned into a chaotic madhouse, complete with the resident lunatic (me). As if gestational diabetes wasn't quite enough, I had (have?) a bout with postpartum depression that made me an anxiety ridden bitch. Ok, so I'm an anxiety ridden bitch anyways, but it was infinity worse! So here I am, 8 months later, wondering where the time has gone. Away, that's where. And I'm now wishing for just one more baby... am I smoking crack!?! I think so... Cause clearly a 35 year old crazy mother of 2 (one 2 year old and one 8 month old) should NOT want another baby! But my friends are all preggo again, and it makes me long for that new exciting feeling you get when you know that you're gonna be bringing another little soul into the world. Fresh, new and not tainted by your rantings. You know what I mean? So while my heart is longing, my head (and my tired husband) tell me no way. Actually my husband's exact words were "if you say that again, I'm sticking it in your butt." Hmph. Nuff said.