Breakfast Brownies and Babies

I just ate a brownie for breakfast. Instead of my usual Allbran and Banana. The brownie tasted very good (much better than Allbran), but now it is sitting like a rock in my belly (my tummy is not used to such sweetness). They are homemade brownies, so I know that I put two cups of sugar and two sticks of butter in them to make them taste so good. Normally, we don't have brownies laying around, for the very reason that I will eat them if I see them. Which is what happened this morning. I saw it. I ate it.

The only reason we have brownies in the house is because several friends had babies last week and I've been making meals to bring over for them. I got to see a cute little 6 lb. peanut and lean and mean 9 lb. baby boy. They looked so pink and new. Sophia was like that once. Pink and new. Now she's smiling and grabbing and babbling and half-sitting up on her own. She will be four months on Friday! Four months! I am amazed at how quickly she has gone from being a snuggly little newborn bundle to a squirmy little girl, brimming with a joyful personality. She gets more and more fun by the day.

When I saw those newborns part of me thought: Oh! I want that again! The experience of welcoming in a brand new human into the world, one that you helped create. And then I think how much more fun it will be when there's three of us welcoming a fourth. I can picture Sophia as a very cute big sister.

I drove away, after dropping the meals off thinking: soon. And then I look in the mirror and I think: never again. I'm just starting to recognize my body, the one that I haven't seen in almost a year. Plus all those clothes that have been shoved to the back of the closet are now starting to fit again, which means I have seemingly new wardrobe without having paid the money for it. As long as I lay off the breakfast brownies they should all fit pretty soon. Maybe by the time everything fits I will have forgotten what a labor was like and sleepless nights and countless dinners of steamed broccoli and grilled fish and I will be ready for Number Two.