Thinking about a hat-trick

So Dylan is five months old today. It's been a crazy five months! First the jaundice, then the RSV and hospital stay, then strep throat and all kinds of other little illnesses.


Now he's healthy and fat. A cute little turkey.
He's eating solid foods now, he's ALMOST sitting by himself, and he might be cutting a tooth.

In short, he's still a baby, but he's getting bigger everyday and I'm ALREADY starting to get that feeling...you know, the I want another baby feeling.

My sister in law thinks I'm crazy. So does my mom. My husband is foursquare against another baby.

It's not like I'm trying to get pregnant or anything. I'm on Depo for landssakes. I couldn't get pregnant even if I wanted to!
And it's not like I'm a Duggar! I don't want 16 kids, just three.
Maybe in two or three years I'll be able to talk Bob into having another baby. Until then I'll just take lots of pictures of the ones I've got and try not to complain when Dylan spits up milk all over me or cries for seemingly no reason.
Ah, the good times!