Briana is having a baby!
My niece is having her second baby right now as I type this! I have the important job of taking care of Monroe while everyone is fussing about the new baby. I'm happy I can help my niece and I'm SUPER happy I get to spend time being caretaker of Monroe. It's weird how she is so well behaved with me but not so much with other people, including her mom. I think my education in psychology pays off... I don't know how else to explain it except that I'm using what I've learned.
Taking care of Monroe is both encouraging and discouraging. It's so much work! Lifting her up, buckling her in the car seat, changing diapers, having to drag her away from something she's really enjoying... it's hard physical labor. Also, when I get hungry, I have no patience and I get a little mean. But once I eat something, all my patience comes back.
Poverty is rough. I'm pretty much always hungry and can't afford to eat the way my mom used to provide for me... so yeah... one half of me is like OMG I WANT A BABY RIGHT NOW and the other half is like REALITY SLAP.
I slept with Monroe last night and it was our first sleepover. I can't believe how easily she went down to sleep and how CUDDLY she is once she's sleeping... and in the morning... forget it. Too cute.
Plus, there's no gaurantee that my child would be as good and sweet as Monroe. Briana hit the jackpot with Monroe. I've never met such a chill baby. She literally ran up to a homeless woman to give her a hug even though we didn't even know her. It was just so cute. She is so full of love and light.
I used to think having a kid was a waste of time but spending time with Monroe shows me the value in it. I could see myself being forced to break habits because monkey see, monkey do... and we are monkeys after all.
So yeah, those are most of my thoughts right now. I love journaling in my physical journal, but some things just need to be typed out. It's honestly so much faster and my brain is racing with this deep, deep longing for a little one of my own. But at the end of the day, I know it's hormonal. I'm at the age where that baby fever is strong. Plus, there's something about being close to someone who is having a baby. It makes you want one. Armed with this knowledge, I think this baby stuff is better off being explored through writing than actually going out and doing that. Like for real, I feel ready to go to the sperm bank some hours. Other hours I am basking in the glory of freedom.
Taking care of Monroe is both encouraging and discouraging. It's so much work! Lifting her up, buckling her in the car seat, changing diapers, having to drag her away from something she's really enjoying... it's hard physical labor. Also, when I get hungry, I have no patience and I get a little mean. But once I eat something, all my patience comes back.
Poverty is rough. I'm pretty much always hungry and can't afford to eat the way my mom used to provide for me... so yeah... one half of me is like OMG I WANT A BABY RIGHT NOW and the other half is like REALITY SLAP.
I slept with Monroe last night and it was our first sleepover. I can't believe how easily she went down to sleep and how CUDDLY she is once she's sleeping... and in the morning... forget it. Too cute.
Plus, there's no gaurantee that my child would be as good and sweet as Monroe. Briana hit the jackpot with Monroe. I've never met such a chill baby. She literally ran up to a homeless woman to give her a hug even though we didn't even know her. It was just so cute. She is so full of love and light.
I used to think having a kid was a waste of time but spending time with Monroe shows me the value in it. I could see myself being forced to break habits because monkey see, monkey do... and we are monkeys after all.
So yeah, those are most of my thoughts right now. I love journaling in my physical journal, but some things just need to be typed out. It's honestly so much faster and my brain is racing with this deep, deep longing for a little one of my own. But at the end of the day, I know it's hormonal. I'm at the age where that baby fever is strong. Plus, there's something about being close to someone who is having a baby. It makes you want one. Armed with this knowledge, I think this baby stuff is better off being explored through writing than actually going out and doing that. Like for real, I feel ready to go to the sperm bank some hours. Other hours I am basking in the glory of freedom.