One and Only

So tomorrow is my little boy's first birthday. WOW TIME HAS GONE BY SO FAST! I love my little Reg so very much and wouldn't mind having alot of chubby little boys running a muck around my house. There are just a few problems with that. First off with c-sections the max amount of kids you can have is four. Brent and I never wanted more than four so that is not such a big problem. Second being pregnant is the WORST thing ever. I dare say it's worse than constipation. (Yes I just said that) I can't stand the throwing up for 20 weeks, the constant pressure, and don't even get me started on the sleepless nights All this my friends is only the horror being pregnant. Now to the part right after the baby is born. Well first there is not being able to stand up straight or even sneeze with out fear of your insides falling out and your incision ripping open. Then there is the six weeks of death, you all know what I am talking about. Add to that the pain of nursing and fear you might spring a leak. So for all these reasons, Reg just might end up being an only child. So unless a stork shows up on my door step with a cute little baby, Reg will just have to wait a few more years for a sibling.