This last August, my "baby" turned 3.  Our oldest will be 5 in March.  Our girls are only 17 months apart, so the last 5 years have been a blur.  I spent the better part of 3 years pregnat (which I did not enjoy, by the way).  We dealt with bottles and getting up 2, 3, and sometimes 4 times a night.  Many days, especially after the birth of my second daughter, were spent in a caffiene induced haze.  We just now stopped buying diapers.  We have endured the "terrible 2s" and the even worse "3s".  One is in school and the other will be next year.  Life is getting just a little bit easier.

 We are done having children.  We have a nice little family of 4 and that works for us - plus my husband and I do not want to be outnumbered.  I am relieved that I don't have to be pregnant ever again and couldn't be happier that I am done changing diapers.  Why is it then that lately, when I see a picture of a baby or see one on TV, I feel a little sad?  Surely I don't want to start all over again.

 I think that really, part of me is just a little sad that my girls are growing up.  Time goes so fast and I can't believe that my oldest is almost 5 already.  It seems like just yesterday I found out I was pregnant.  My husband and I talk about the day we brought her home from the hospital, put her in her crib, looked at each other and said, "Now what?"

I love that they are growing up to be such beautiful girls and I very much enjoy watching them learn new things.  We are rediscovering things ourselves now that we experience them through their eyes.  I am very proud of my daughters. 

Do I really want to have a newborn again?  I don't think so.  I think that I sometimes I am just wishing for time to go a little slower.

Maybe I will just get a puppy instead.