Baby Love

My sister has the most beautiful red leather vintage pram. Isn't she lovely?

I am borrowing it for a shoot and said sister just brought it over and wheeled it into the studio.

Oh my beating heart!

I need another baby.

No, I don't need anymore babies.

I just need to borrow someone's baby.

Can I borrow your baby?

I'm going to borrow a baby, wear a vintage dress, and stroll the neighborhood with the red pram.

How cute am I???

Maybe I should have another baby.

Oh, new baby sleep deprivation, how I loathe you!

Speaking of not sleeping, I have been staying up into the wee hours of the night in order to complete a very important task I started when the flu knocked us out a few weeks ago.

Which is: watching the entire first six seasons of The Office on Netflix.

I told you it was important.

Before beginning with the very first show this is what I wondered: Is it possible that an episode exists that I have never seen before?

As a die hard fan, most likely no. But alas, mid season six, there it was!

The Delivery.

What? How is it possible that I never saw Jim and Pam deliver their sweet baby girl??? So in the wee hours of the night I watched the two entire episodes dedicated to bringing a fictitious baby in the world.

And I cried.

(That is possibly embarrassing to admit.)

The thing is, had the episode just been all happiness and new baby excitement I would have pulled through.

But it wasn't.

There was the pains of labor, difficulty nursing (damn that nursing!), lack of sleep, and loads and loads of frustration.

Oh, how I remember those days. But I don't have those days anymore.

I still have these days.

(Which are so fun but still so hard at the same time.)

And I have these days.

I watch them play together or side by side and I think, I need more babies.

But the truth is I don't want to do it all over again.

I am tired. And I am full. I am full on a physical level and a spiritual level too.

So here's what I want. I want these babies I already have to stop growing and still be my babies.

I want to have a 12, 10, 5, and 2 year old forever. Well, maybe not a two year old. She can grow until she is four. I would say three, but let's be honest, three is way harder than two with girls.

But I still wouldn't have a baby.

It's settled. I will borrow your baby.

Can I bring the pram by around five?