Baby #2 has been on my mind as of late. I blame the following for my preoccupation:

John and Kate Plus 8: If two people can survive—and even go places—with 8 young kids, we could surely handle a measly two. Piece o cake!

Nate has started enjoying J&K+8, too. Don't lie, Nate! You know you like it.

Everyone I know is pregnant. Like, everyone.

My age. Sure, 33 doesn’t seem old, but you know, it kind of is.

Theo is no longer a baby. While I love, love, love toddlerhood, I miss my little snuggle muffin.

I’d be better at it. I swear! I know stuff now. I want to use my knowledge!

I have thought of new baby names. And they are good!

I miss my preggo and breastfeeding boobs. What is left is no fun.