My brother's wife just had a baby. It's their first child. My brother seems sort of shell-shocked. I went to the hospital to visit. I walked in, and was encouraged to hold the baby. I did. Cute baby. Lots of hair.
No baby hungry emotions.
Sometimes I think that I should be baby hungry. You know, since The Boy is five and a half. But nope. Sometimes when I'm playing with my sister's baby (who is 9 months), I think it would be fun. And it's not like I'd mind having a baby (I mean, I do like The Boy better than I thought I would). I'm just not chomping at the bit.
Which is convenient. Because Josh is still traumatized from the year and a half he spent as primary caregiver…