Many of you already know that my mom is pregnant with my sixth sibling. This will make me the oldest of seven. I've never been a "little kid person". I like them, but I'm sure not a huge fan, either. It's nothing personal, I just don't do well with the five to ten range. Babies I can do well with. But I find myself unable to be even a little bit excited. Most of my friends come from large families, are ecstatic when their mom is pregnant, and can't wait to have a bunch of kids themselves. Somehow it's not my thing. I've been raised to be a homemaker, and I have no interest in much of it. Supposedly if I "quit focusing on the negative parts" of a new baby, I'll be excited. I'm not sure there are any positives. Walking? Talking? Been there, done that. Frilly baby clothes? Spare me. And then there's the diapers and spitup. Whoohoo. Plus this almost gaurentees a move once s/he is older and we need more space. I'm finally settled here, and now my days with my friends seem to be numbered. We'd be moving at least an hour away, so that we'd be closer to my stepdad's office. Sorry to ramble and whine. I just seem to be having a bad day.