Today has been better, even though my daughter is on a "Only is lonely kick"...and what we would name a baby and what all she would do for "the baby".



I would like another child...but...I HATE being pregnant. Sure, it's awesome feeling it move and la-la-la....until they start punching your bladder like they're in the UFC and hanging from your ribs like a possum. WTH? I'm scared of getting fat and more stretched out....I already hate my tee-pee tits...will they deflate more too?



Then there's labor. I'm a trooper. I know it's short-lived even though I could live the rest of my life never being in a day's worth of a crow bar prying apart my hips and a hippo jumping on my back.



Can I request that the next one be smaller? A 9 lber is not friendly on the whoo-haa. Can I make a special request to leave out the gas? I wish having a child was like a fast food order. "Yes, I need a #1...please leave off the spit-up, gas, sharts, and any other health complications including baby acne (b/c I just wanna pop it) and cradle crap...with a side order of sleeps thru the night." and then 5 minutes later whaaa-laa.....Me and Eve are having a chit-chat in heaven. Guess the pain controls the world population? except in on the Mexican-we're-taking-over-the-world-with-our-chillens agenda.