Earlier this month my daughter turned one. Yes, I know it's amazing, but what is really amazing is how fast that one year went. She's already taken her first step, but fortunately is still slower than me, but I'm not sure how much longer that will be true. Now we're anxiously awaiting her first word, which I truly expect will not be "mommy" or "daddy", but most likely "no".
For that, she will definitely be taking after me and not her daddy.
So as long as Eric and I seem to have this baby thing down and OK with it, I've been thinking that it might even be time to maybe try for another. After all, I'm sort of old to be conceiving kids, being 34 on my last birthday. But my pregnancy was an interesting experience and it is true that your second trimester will always be your favorite. I know it was mine.
So once football season is over and we don't have the self-imposed birth control device known as a TV, we just might get around to trying to conceive again. If one is this much fun, two has to be more! Right?!