Bittersweet Visit

My sister and her family came down for a visit this past weekend.  I miss them all so much and we never get to see each other nearly enough.  My niece and my son are both 2 years old.  They are so joyful and hilarious when they get together.  I could watch them for days just laughing and playing.  Plus they tend to wear each other out and sleep pretty good by Saturday night!  ha ha

My sister is about 7 and a half months pregnant.  She's having another little girl around Christmas.   I keep saying that Santa will be bringing me a new niece to spoil this year!  heehee  I can't wait and I am soooo happy for her.

They came down so that she could raid my baby stuff and get what she might need or did not have the first time around.  Which means I spent a good chunk of the weekend packing up and getting rid of my baby stuff.... which is the bittersweet part. 

You see I'd love to have another baby.  I have 2 sisters and would not trade in my siblings for anything... even though we spent way too much time fighting and being annoyed at each other.  They are still the two people who get it simply because they come from the same place.  I want that for my son.  I want him to know what its like.  I don't know its still hard to verbalize why, it just is how I feel.

My husband on the other hand is more than happy with our family as is.  We've had that discussion I've pleaded my case, he's explained his, again it is what it is.  He's not going to change his mind.  So I knew packing up and giving away the baby stuff make sense... and I love being able to help my sister and friends out.  There's just still that little part of me that wants to cry a bit.... just a bit... but I suppose that is life and the Rolling Stones say "you don't always get what you want..."

Of course the funny thing is that my son would now tell you that it's not the Stones who say that... Its the Yo Dazzlerz on Yo Gabba Gabba!  =) 

So I will enjoy my son and take pleasure in what I do have.  I will spoil both my nieces wickedly rotten, and remind myself that there are benefits to not having another child when my sister is exhausted and pulling her hair out with her two battling daughters!  At least if they are anything like the 3 of us were for my poor mother!