In addition to a Kitchen Stuff Obsession, and a Tudors obsession, I also have two other obsessions: Sephora and Baby Stuff. I’m not pregnant.
Every time I go to “the Wall store” or “the Circle store” (nicknames given to Wal-Mart & Target by the kids) — I walk through the baby section. I “ooh” over new strollers or swings and I “ahh” over carseats and baby toys, I “aww” over baby clothes and then my uterus kicks me. Not out of anger, or trying to tell me to put down the onesie and walk back to the Kitchen section, but because my poor uterus is sad. She and I and the Husband and the kids want more babies.
But then? I think about the fact that I’m this*close to having both kids in school. I have two years left of school. If I have another kid, that means more daycare costs. Diaper costs. (OMG DIAPERS COST SO MUCH, are they lined with GOLD?!) Sleep deprivation.
But then? I think about the first baby smile. The coos and baby giggles. The chubby legs and the smell. Oh. My. GOD. That smell. That baby smell is amazing. I mean, simply amazing. If I could bottle that smell and sell it, I would be rich. Everyone would buy it. The firsts. I miss the firsts. The first smile, the first step, the first time the baby pees on mommy or daddy as they change the diaper.
So, I have a baby stuff obsession. I don’t ever (hardly) buy anything. I just walk by and look and my uterus cries huge tears as I tell her to shut up and chill out.
But sometimes, I tell her just to wait a little while longer.