But I'm not expecting another baby. Thank the good Lord in heaven above *crossing myself* (I'm not catholic, but I like to cover all the bases just for good measure).
Oh good glory no. I'm not having any more babies. That train has left the station. My womb has closed up shop and retired to Florida. (If only.)
But my mind, now that is another story. My mind is pregnant with ideas. Why am I so inspired these days? Why am I waking in the middle of the night with a craving, not for ice cream or pickles, but for orange gingham fabric and baby blue vintage glass beads? Is this nesting gone wild?
Maybe I am doing the nesting that I would have done if I had known about the Little Mister before he was actually born.
Whatever is going on, it's very curious to me. I'm too damn busy to be doing all this crafting. Really I am.
But my mind is simply full to overflowing with ideas. I wish I could bottle them all up and put them on a shelf for simpler times. It would be like canning summer goodness before it rots on the vine. And at the end of the day I would stand back and look at all my sparkly little mason jars with treasures inside. Glittering. Waiting to be opened.