I got a little sleep

...and had a little dream.

Or maybe I had a little dream that I got a little sleep?

No..it was the first one.

Because I remember the dream CLEARLY.  I woke up semi-freaking out.  I had been dreaming that I was lying on the OR table (wasn't I JUST there??) and there was a team of docs & nurses getting ready to do my c-section.  They were about to do one last ultra-sound for our THIRD BABY. 

See why I was freaking out?

And then, in REAL LIFE, the very next morning I wake up sick.  Like "I'm-pretty-sure-I'm-gonna-throw-up-right-now" sick.

So between dry heaving all day, not being able to eat a single thing, taking care of the babies, freaking out, and wondering when OHDEARGODWHEN I could crawl back in bed, I convinced myself it was most certainly that glass of wine and questionable steak I had the night before.

Thankfully it seems to have only been a 24-hour stomach bug.  But don't think the Hubs didn't have fun teasing me all day texting things like "It's not IF we have another baby...but WHEN?"  We are both open to it, but I need a hot minute to regroup here!!

The thought of another baby (down the road!) has been on my mind.  As I pack up Joey's NB clothes and watch him grow SO FAST into the next size, I keep thinking "This can't be it!"  Every time I snuggle his warm chubbiness up under my neck and kiss his plump little cheeks I think "This can't be the last time..."  It brings up the question "How Do You Know When You're Done?"  I'm not, deep down.  Maybe it's still those post-partum hormones circulating in my body...or maybe I have some weird, strange Baby Addiction?

Anyway, I need to go love on the 2 I already got because they are sweeter than sweet.  And I was a lame-o Mama since I was sick yesterday, so I plan to make up for it today!