Dear Self,

Hey! How's life with an almost five-year-old and an almost two-year-old? HAHAHAHAHA!!! You never get to sit down do you? By the way, did you ever tell anyone if that second one was a boy or a girl or did you go with the gender neutral name idea? ;)

Anyway, so enough chit chat. Let's get down to my reason for writing you this letter.

I know you have reached that point where you are probably all hyped up at the idea of getting pregnant again. Yeah, you're getting sleep. You're in a groove. You're wearing cute clothes again. And you're seeing newborns everywhere and thinking you might just want another one.

But here's the thing. You have forgotten things. BIG things. And I'm not even talking about labor pain or the lack of sleep that comes with having a newborn. I'll be back to remind you of those things in a few months. But when it comes to pregnancy, your brain is swiss cheese too.

Take this acid reflux, for instance. In your memory, it probably "wasn't THAT bad", was it? Well, let me just tell you, today, like most days is a BAD BAD day. I have had it this morning since I woke up. No amount of Zantac, Tums or milk seems to be making it go away. It hurts, it burns, it's probably eating holes in my esophagus as I write this. I want to throw up but, for once, I can't.

I don't have many other complaints at the moment... just the usual discomforts... but, I'll admit, I can deal with those. But this stupid acid reflux right now is truly enough to make me reconsider doing all this again. Just something to keep in mind while you are eyeing up those cute newborns at the mall or holding that brand-new, yummy smelling baby that belongs to someone else.

Sincerely,

You, two years ago

p.s. Did your oldest ever get over the Star Wars obsession or did you have to get him help for that? SHEESH.