Baby fever all up in this house. Every lady teacher at my school of childbearing age is currently pregnant or on maternity leave. It's freaky, and the principal hates to see me in his office because he's afraid I'm about to drop another bomb on him. Also, blogger baby announcements out the butt, am I right? And I had to choke off a bunch of tears yesterday when I was talking to my favorite mentor teacher about our boys (hers are grown). I told her that Everett's first day of school was just a fresh reminder that I'm not at home with him. And cue tears.
Then later, when talking to Bridget about it (the baby fever), she said something that rang so true with me. "I just want another Parker. To just do it all again with him."
Yes.
That was the feeling I was feeling. Not legitimate baby fever (I'm still scared we'll have another with colic, and seriously, who has the time for nausea around here?), but I just want to get some of our old time back.
The baldness.
The rolls and the plumpness.
The affection for Mr. Bear.
The first time he sat up.
All that attitude he used to give us.
The willingness to wear any hat, any day.
The first foods.
The pacifier.
The waiting for him to walk.
The delicious smell of his new baby head.
Dang, I miss it. But he's also so much cooler now. Tonight he propped up on my chest with his elbows, put his hands in the air, and emphatically talked gibberish to me about something. But it was Mommy and Everett secrets, I could tell by the way he laughed in between his thoughts.
And in talking to that favorite teacher, and seeing her eyes well up with tears about her boys in college today, and knowing that that love never goes away but only multiplies into infinity, well that's enough. That's everything.