My friend had a little boy yesterday morning - another child to add to our mix. That makes seven children and one on the way in a month. When the eighth child comes in we’ll be evenly matched and since two of the couples in my group only have one child each, we’re sure to be outnumbered within the next few years. Things could get interesting then.

I won’t be able to see the new baby for a little while. She won’t really be up to visitors next week and then I’m off to North Carolina. I get back from North Carolina and literally jump in the car to go to Ohio for my cousin’s wedding. So, maybe that next week-end I’ll be able to go see the baby. With my luck, she’ll be busy.

It’s probably just as well. New babies make me nervous. After all, mine came at six months with some control of head and limbs. Newborn babies are small and breakable looking to me. People have told me that when the baby is yours, those things don’t matter – but my one friend told me she thought hers looked breakable (perhaps to make me feel better).

Other parents have told me that they wish they had been able to bring their little ones home earlier. They feel like they were denied something and that time was stolen from them. I’m not there. In some ways, I wonder how things would have been different if he had come earlier, but in some ways I’m relieved. I liked that my son came with a healthy curiosity and a budding personality. Perhaps because I am such a huge advocate of identity and self-awareness, it seems more important to me that he have his own persona that is totally separate from mine.

Isn’t it funny how something that is only seven pounds can scare a grown woman?

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