I'm on my 23rd week of pregnancy, and I must look like seahorse. I wish I could know what the baby's gender is. There seems to be a baby boom in my circle of acquaintances right now. Almost everyone I know is heavy with her own bambino, and that's why I'm probably apprehensive about my own too. If you should know, I have taken on a most motherly stance these days--I have been learning to sew things, and one of the first projects I've done is to give Gabby's old comforters a new look. Meaning that I took out old materials from his old things and sewn a new cover, with a matching pillow. I'm so eager to be a mom again. Or am I? Right about now, little baby is kicking inside me, giving me little contractions that, though not scary, remind me s/he's there, really there and raring to come out anon....
Geez, how I wish the nine months will be over and I have the little baby mewling beside me...at least then I can think of many other things, more important of which is getting a new job. If I had a choice, I'd like to be a home maker tending to my kids, but that is not quite an option for me and husband right now. At least not yet. My mind has been going over many possibilities of getting a job that allows me to stay at home with the kids, and yet earn enough to help Oliver meet our obligations, especially the rent.....but I have not come up with something feasible...
One thing's for sure, two kids is enough.
