A little pang...

Tonight, my brain is overly active. This is leading to several posts. I think I am done for the night but, I read a blog from a friend and *BOOM* I have something else to "talk" about. Thank you for dealing with my obvious ADD. Today, it's worse than normal.

So, there's another mom I admire. She raises 4 children organically and awesomely. She is pregnant with her 5th. Part of me is jealous. I wish I could have another baby sometimes. But, my body hates being pregnant. It turns into this wicked, retching ball of morning sickness. And, I complain. A lot. I wish I didn't. I wish I had those pregnancies where you glow. Don't get me wrong, I'm completely thankful and blessed. I have given life to 2 little bodies. No one loves them more than I do. To the moon, and as much as the stars. Forever. You can't love anybody more than that. And, loved they are. Fiercely.  They have an Oma, Poppa, Aunt Owlie, Aunt Mahni, Uncle Ez, Pup, Aunt Becca, Uncle Steve-o, Nexus, Jay & Aiden. They have a Mommy, Daddy, Nana, Grandpa and so many other people. They have a Sissa & Tyle. They are loved. Beyond measure. And I am blessed. I am blessed to have counted and kissed 20 tiny toes. To have smelled clean baby (powder fresh and sweet smells of lavender). To have fallen asleep with a tiny body clinging tightly to me. To have wet baby slobber on my nose. To have sweet toddler arms wrapped tightly around my neck. I am loved, I love. My life is full. But, I am jealous. Sometimes, I wish for just one more. But, that isn't so. *Sigh* My heart is full anyway. For that, I am truly thankful.