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I Have The Fever!

It’s true. I have The Fever. No, not Swine Flu. That was last week. This week I have The Fever. What it lacks in body temperature it makes up for in hormonal outbursts and ooh-ing and ahh-ing over any baby or pregnant woman. That’s right. The Fever is also known as The Baby Fever. Other ways to explain it include saying that my uterus aches or my ovaries are twitching. Basically, I want an itty-bitty, teen-tiny baby. And I can’t have one. Insert pout here.

Symptoms of The Fever include:

  • Nostalgic perusing of baby pictures.
  • Sorting through old baby clothes to give to a friend and deciding, despite the fact that you’re done having babies, that you’re keeping some of them.
  • Standing in front of the mirror and sticking your belly out to see if you can look pregnant. (Sadly, I can.)
  • Thinking that you could be pregnant the second your period is late despite the fact that its an impossibility.
  • Mentally trying to plan an escape with someone else’s child strapped to your chest. (What? You haven’t thought of that? Uh, me either.)

It’s really all Mandy’s fault. I went to her Shutterfly House Party on Saturday evening. As I was teaching her sister-in-law how to use a mei tai with her new baby girl, I melted. A teeny-tiny newborn was strapped to my chest, round-about the time of year that teeny-tiny newborns were strapped to my chest in the past (all on odd numbered years). Suddenly it hit me: I’m not pregnant. I won’t be having a baby this year. Or ever again. I just wanted to walk out to the vehicle and drive home with a fuzzy little head strapped to my chest. Kidnapping tends to end friendships and so I chose not to follow through with that illogical thought process.

Then I got home and saw this in my camera, care of my friend who snapped a shot while I was demonstrating the carrier.

Babywearing

And I wanted to go right back and bring the baby home with me.

Don’t worry. I’m too much of a chicken to really steal babies. I have this internal moral code that doesn’t let me break laws, cute babies involved or otherwise. (Except for the occasional speed limit. Even then I feel guilty.) And, really, don’t worry about The Fever either. It’s mostly gone today as LittleBrother has what we had last week and is not doing well. I’m debating a call to our doctor at this point even though BigBrother and I survived just fine. Moments like these I’m well aware that parenting these two boys keeps me busy (and stressed) enough.

It’s okay though. Yesterday BigBrother told me that he’s going to have FORTY kids. Forty grandchildren?! Hooray! I’ll be hip deep in babies! It made me laugh because my own mother said that she wanted fifty grandchildren. While she still has some hope left that my brother can deliver her a few, she has lost all hope in me as we can’t have any more children. It’s somewhat doubtful that my brother and sister-in-law will have that many children. What’s the next best thing to having fifty grandchildren? Forty great-grandchildren. So, of course, my mother is thrilled that BigBrother is taking one for the team.

I’m informed by friends who have been through this phase, time and time again it seems, that The Fever is just a part of life. It comes and goes at various points in time, usually returning around birthday times of your existing children. The non-feverish months are sometimes even speckled with outright joy that you don’t have to lug a baby carseat along while trying to hold hands with other children who are all in big, fluffy winter coats and hats and whining that it’s too cold and that it’s all your fault. I’m sure at some point this winter, I’ll think, “Gee, isn’t it nice that I have these two (mostly) capable little boys who (mostly) listen to me?

But for now, I’ll look at the picture and ponder the what if’s and the could have been’s of it all. Or, at least for as long as it takes me to publish this post. Then I need to finish up two loads of laundry, clean up our kitchen mess, get some work done, get LittleBrother into his coat and hat, drive to preschool, pick up BigBrother, get us in the door with our coats on, make lunch, get the kids down for a nap, do some more work while finishing up the laundry from earlier today, play with the boys (hopefully outside as it is supposed to warm up today), make supper (fettucini alfredo, homemade), play some more (okay, so it’s not all difficult), baths, teeth brushing, jammies, bedtime stories, clean the house and then finish up my work for the day. We may or may not add in a doctor’s visit or a trip to the fire station so that FireDad can listen to LittleBrother’s lungs. See? The Fever has already been cured.

Mostly.

8 replies on “I Have The Fever!”

Sorry, I thought I would pass the fever on since I have had it a lot lately! Ali was just so perfect to hold…and that baby smell! Hubby says we have to wait for grandchildren though.

Deep down I agree. We have a lot of plans in the next few years that would be seriously weighed down with a new born….but I can dream!

I’ve been having it too… but I can’t have anymore either so there’s no worrying about it (maybe that’s a good thing… ) but friends of ours just had a little boy and I too have thought about absconding with him…oh well they said i can borrow him…

I know this is going to sound insane, but I get the FEVER too. I thought parenting infants two months apart (not to mention the toddler and two preschoolers) would truly cure me of any desire to go back ever, but it doesn’t always work that way. Regardless of the baby lust I feel, we can’t have another either, so I try to spend as much time holding and cuddling my friends little ones when I have a chance. I’m starting to discover that there’s something nice about handing back a completely dependent baby and returning to my two rather physically independent toddlers. And having recently reduced down to only having two in diapers, I’m not sure I’d want to go back in the opposite direction. I guess I have a lot of things that help me to hold that fever at bay. When all else fails I go back to reminding of all the reasons that expanding our family is not in the best interest of our family. Sometimes it takes the big dose of reality!

Be careful what you blog -you KNOW how contagious this particular strain is! I see you cradling that perfect, wee head in your hand, and ….

SIGH. I am feeling the symptoms…. I think I might be coming down with it again!

Oh geez, I think I’d have the fever right now if I wasn’t already expecting #2. This one is our surprise and my first pregnancy was at the same time and just as bad as yours was with LB. My big boy will be 2 this Jan and I am so leaning on your wisdom to get me through these next 2 years. xoxo

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