My uterus is screaming at me
I've been pretending to be a stay at home mom the last few days. My 2 year old cousin is the SMARTEST kid. He's generally pretty predictable. Lions, giraffes, and watering his feet will make him happy. It's been incredibly exhausting and I've only watched him for a few days the last 2 weeks.
I'm incredibly in love with this boy. He's been this amazing bright spot in my life. And I know that he's been a huge source of happiness for me and a huge reason for me feeling as good as I have the last few years. Watching him grow from this teeny tiny little 6 lb baby to watching him sit up for the first time to spitting up to pooping so much that it came oozing out of his diaper and looking at me with wide innocent eyes that said "I didn't know you had to change my diaper. I thought it was supposed to be Daddy." All this stay at home, with Cheetos smooshed in my hair and my shirt constantly dirty and wet (I have no idea why it was always wet), no makeup, cleaning poop, sitting with him while it takes him AN HOUR AND A HALF to eat lunch, and having memorized all the words to songs in Disney movies, is making me want to speed up the whole having kids thing. My uterus is telling me to have babies SOON. *dunh dunh dunh*