I get to babysit an 8 month old baby today.  A friend has a Dr. appt, and asked if I could watch her for an hour or two.  I forgot what an 8 month old does.  I'm sure it will come back to me when I see her.  I'm not afraid of that.  What I AM afraid of is that it is going to give me baby fever again.  Everyone tells you to enjoy your children because it goes so fast...I had no idea just how fast it goes.  Emma was seemingly born yesterday, and now she's 9.  Matthew is always telling me, when I call him my baby, that he is NOT a baby...he is a big boy.  I do take time to enjoy them.  I put off chores so I can play...we go camping and fishing and boating and skiing as a family all the time.  I don't want to ever look back and think I wish I would have spent more time with them.  I never knew I could love so much until I met them.  Which brings me to the scary part of today...wanting another baby.  I am 41 and recently had a hysterectomy...I got Mike fixed after Matthew...so it's physically impossible for me to have one.  Probably a good thing, I am too busy as it is.  That's the logical side of me...but, when I get a whiff of that baby...there's just no curing that baby fever!