The Cure

for Baby-Fever:
Attempt shopping for a bathing suit 9 months post-partum after minimal dieting and exercise.

for Dog-Fever:
Have your carpets cleaned and then later that evening step in a puddle of dog piss.

I'm cured.

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No, really... its not that I want a "baby" right now... its not the "Oh I want to hold and snuggle and smell and hear a baby in my house" type of thing. Really, I don't care for the baby stage that much at all. If I had it my way I'd like to live a day in the newborn stage, take a zillion good photos and then zoom ahead and live a day in each month/stage. Up until 6 or 7 months when they really start developing their personality. I really love that Hudson is out of the baby stage and I hate the neediness of the newborn/baby stage. I just... I don't know... I like the idea of having another person... another personality... another being to love and spend time with and interact with in our house. I like imagining what we'd name a 3rd baby. What a 3rd would look like. Act like. Would it be a girl or a boy? And do I want to be pregnant right now or in the near future? No. Freaking. Thanks.

And the dog thing... well, I know eventually we'll have another dog... probably a Golden Retriever... but I think for now we need to let things settle down with the two assholes we have and see if they get their acts together. HELLO! You're 5 and 6 years old... you haven't had "accidents" in the house in YEARS. What the hell!