Its official, I'm weak sauce. Through the PMBA program we went to a baseball game and ate free hot dogs.
Apparently I'm weak sauce, I could not handle a pregnancy or a new baby right now. One family even had about 5 or 6 little ones with a new baby, really little ones, I doubt the oldest was more than 9. I felt pathetic in comparison to that mother. But then again I didn't. I felt completely content. I'm perfectly happy with my two children. Although I'm capable of being excited for mothers showing off their baby bumps, the idea of me having one, makes me want to cower in fear under the computer desk and rock back and forth in fetal position. Just like my daughter did this morning when I tried to put her new tennis shoes on (needless to say I returned them for something that lights up and is pink).