Baby

My good friend had her baby last week. I was supposed to be here to help her with a few things, but she went into labor early, and I missed it.

I went over to see her today, and her new little daughter. She's beautiful. If I had a girl, that's exactly what she'd look like...haha!

But holding her, I realized a few things...and I broke down in tears right then and there. My baby is finally weaning. And here I am holding another baby, that isn't mine, that means SO much to me. And I knew that I was doing the right thing. It opened another chapter in my book of life. It's my moment to move on and help other moms have that same wonderful experience I had with my boys.

I'm sad...and hopeful. I hope that helping other moms will bring them that happiness. I also hope it will bring me a happiness that I'll be losing when he weans.

I've just given SO very much of my life to breastfeeding, and knowing that it's coming to a close is devastating to me. So I'm proud to turn that page, and bring that happiness to the other moms.

I mean...I know I've helped a LOT of moms, but for some reason, my friend and her baby just mean SO much to me. And I really hope I can continue to help her through everything she needs.

Oh...and I want another baby. I can't have anymore, so I'm thinking it's time for my husband to have an affair. I don't care about the woman...I just want the baby...LOL.

And, yes...I'm totally kidding.