I miss this blog. The anonymity of it. I can write pretty much what I want and know that neither my mother, neighbor or colleagues are reading what I have written. I can write about the "secret" stuff. And I do want to write about that stuff, I feel that I need to write about that stuff.
1) Number two. And I am not talking about p*o*o, just to make sure nobody misunderstands what I mean, since here in Swe*de number two is often referred to as just that - p*o*o. I mean baby number two.
I am an only child and I always liked being an only child. Not that I would have been unhappy if I'd had a sibling, but I have been very happy and contend without a brother or sister. That said, I always anticipated that with Stella being born and us drifting off into happy family life I'd leave TTC being us. Hmmm, what can I say? I do long after another child. Having Stella was/is the best thing that has evr happened to me. It completely fulfills me and I really want another child. Both for egoistic reasons (giving birth is just addictive and the sweet smell of the newborn is the best thing in the world) as well as for Stella. Stella deserves a sibling. Somebody to share her conception. Somebody she can totally relate to, somebody that will have the same feeling about their conception as she will have.
J feels the same - wants another child too. However, we do want to enjoy Stella for a bit longer, want to settle into happy family life. Maybe start again in a year or two. No rush. Nevertheless I think about it - every day.
2) Libi*do. Oh it's low. What can I do about it? I feel sorry for J and honestly I am a bit worried. I do want to get my mojo back. Soon.
There are more things, like my "fear/worries/unsureness" about how to tell Stella one day, but I'm going to write about that another day. Now I will enjoy my 4 weeks of summer vacation with J and Stella. Heaven! Below a recent picture of the little star.
