Christmas was... uneventful, calm, plucky. Happy but not deliriously so. We have my sister here to distract us. Bea is so full of life, her light pushes the darkness to the far corners.
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Neither set of grandparents sent her any presents.
I really don't know what universe they live in. I am not complaining. I am not even wasting the mental energy to be confused.
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It's midnight. I have read the blogs. It's quiet, except for the dog's and the husband's snores. I can hear them both here in the living room.
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I am beginning to wonder about trying for another one. I am not really sure that I want to. After Bea first came home, I was like "this is great! I hope I get pregnant again asap!" Now I am more like "Life is good. Do I really want to try to change that?"
It's like when Bea is happily playing on the floor, or with one certain toy, and I try to make her *more* happy by picking her up, or giving her more toys, and she starts crying. Someone told me this "Never try to make a happy baby happier" and it is so true. Just leave 'well enough' alone.
That's where I am kinda at about this whole sibling thing.
Although it is nice having a sister. A living sister.
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