It appears I’m a rare bird. At just 6 weeks post-partum I got my period. As of  yesterday, I was ovulating. What the hell. Good thing Paul and I haven’t decided to try the post-baby sex yet, as I can only imagine: it takes a year to get pregnant the first time, then two months after the baby I get pregnant again.

It’s strange, I’m not used to letting an ovulation go by without temping and peeing on sticks and crossing my fingers. Actually, I felt sad that another month went by without trying to conceive. Of course, then Piper stayed up all night and I told Paul to get his filthy man hands away from my lady bits, as I was.not.going.there.

Then I thought about it… I want to be pregnant again. No, I don’t want another baby right now. Yes, I want to be hugely pregnant with a vicious kicker who gives me carpal tunnel from all the swelling. I want to feel that slight nausea I had, knowing it was all for a good cause. I want to feel the butt pushing out from my belly, and press on it, knowing that’s our baby in there. I’ve never felt more beautiful than when I was pregnant. I glowed, if I have ever been good at anything in my life, it was being pregnant. The other night I flipped through my facebook album of belly pics, and got very sad as I realized the next time I get pregnant would be years from now.

My pregnancy seems so far away, it’s hard to believe that literally two months ago, I was in hospital, still feeling Piper inside me, just kicking away, oblivious to the pitocin that would make her very uncomfortable in a few hours. Now, I see updates on Facebook of other people’s bellies, and I get a little jealous that they get to experience the magic of pregnancy all brand-newy. I want to tell the ones complaining that I’d be happy to carry their babies for them, just let me know where the drop off point is.

The other day, I was giving Piper some “tummy time” on a blanket on the floor of my office. As it was raining like the world was ending (seriously, it HAILED!), I picked her up when she couldn’t stand being on her tummy any longer, and pulled her into my lap, the two of us gazing out at the rain. I sniffed her hair (a daily occurrence) and thought that this was the last time I’d have her in my lap, at that age, when the rain is new to her. I got a little melancholy when I thought about how fast these babies grow- almost as fast as my pregnancy went. The difference is, pregnancy is fleeting, and having children is never-ending.

Yes, I want to be pregnant again. I’ve just moved our date for the next baby up from 5 years from now to 3. Ask me again when Piper stays awake all night.

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