Cute enough to cause a shriveled up 35 year-old mother of two who has sworn off having more children almost seriously reconsider her decision in a fit of babylust, that's what.
I've had minor ovarian twitches in the past, upon oogling other people's newborns and such, but never to the point where I was doing actual math in my head, like today during the little J-dog's Gymboree class. (July is a top-notch month, though, don't you think?)
Apparently, twenty adorable and exceptionally well-behaved two year olds toddling around barefoot and losing their shit for pure joy over a roomful of mechanically generated bubbles can totally do that to a person who may or may not be in the middle of her moon cycle, if you're picking up what I'm laying down.
But as strong as the urge was today, I know it is not a good idea for me to have more children. And I probably won't. Even though I'm pretty sure I could. I mean, I know how to do it, is what I'm saying.
I'm wondering, though: is there anyone out there reading who thought her family was complete and then decided to have a third child? Anyone, say, who had a VERY difficult time of it when her kids were babies and couldn't wait for the day when she finally had two hands free? And when that day was finally on the horizon, maybe found herself thinking that two hands aren't really all that and a bag of chips? Anyone out there who regrets a decision to have only two children? Found that the third time was the absolute charm? I await your wisdom.
Really, what I need is a mother of two teenagers, preferably one boy and one girl, to talk me off the ledge.
Rimarama, this is your Head Voice speaking. I can talk you off the ledge. How about: You're a b1tch on wheels when pregnant! And you're really not that good with teensie-weensie bobbly-headed wittle babies. You are prone to post-partum depression. And you have renegade boobies that routinely malfunction when called upon to act as vessels of infant nourishment. You should go back to work when the J-Dog starts school. Otherwise, I'm pretty sure you'll have a mid-life crisis and you totally suck at scrapbooking. Was there anything else?
Rimarama: Well, there is the almost ten pounds of baby weight I finally wrested off.
Head Voice: Word.
So then I came home with an enormous hankering for smoked oysters. Which I ate for lunch, atop two slices of gag-a-licious weight watchers bread (not recommended). Afterwards, I absolutely had to have a Fun Size Snicker's bar, but found that there was not much "fun" about it until I chased it up with three or four more, at which point it became a veritable Festival of Fun. For about ten seconds, and then it turned into a Guilt Garden.
But, it helped get my mind off babies.
This pikchur was taken when I was eight months along with the V-Meister:
"Are You Freakin' Kidding Me, Rimarama?"
P.S. Don't anybody go reading anything into this post. I am absolutely, unequivocally, hands-down, NOT pregnant.
15 comments:
I had a baby when my only child was a teenager. It was so good, I had one more! And he's now a wittle "almost 2 yr old" and when he's in a diaper and barefeet I can hardly STAND the PRECIOUS. Squee!!!!!!!!!ze him I must, all the damn time.
I don't like being pregnant either. But I sure like those babies that pop out at the end.
I absolutely swore being done but we decided to wait to do anything drastic until Charlie's in public school. And then I saw a little girl in Target say to her mother "I want to be just like you!" And I briefly thought, maybe one more try. And then I smacked myself in the head because GOOD LORD NEWBORNS ARE HARD TO CARE FOR. BELEIVE ME. But I totally agree with you... barefoot two year olds... I could eat them.
OMG, but look how cute you are when you're pregnant!
(Don't ask my advice....Hadleigh is Ten, Tom is Six, and I have my IUD firmly in place)
I didn't want Wally to get his vasectomy. Wally insisted and I relented because I was almost sure we were done, but not quite.
As kindergarten approached for Parker, I had MAJOR regret and REALLY wanted another baby because, oh my god!, I didn't want that part of my life to be over.
Now I realize some of the desire had to do with me not wanting to get on with myself. If we had another baby, then I could postpone my life for another 5 years.
Almost 3 months into all the kids in school, I'm having fun getting on with myself. And? I'm a much better mother when my kids are in both in school. ha!
Four kids here. 24,22,18 aand...5. So there's no saying you'd stop at 3 either!
But I'm really curious to know why someone was hanging around your kitchen ceiling with a camera?
You know...I'm having the same 2nd thoughts, as if the first two months, plus the previous 9 where I was huge and cranky and sore never happened. Maybe it has something to do with my easy deliveries...or maybe if I'm done I wonder what's next? Menopause?(And BTW you look so young in that picture you remind me of Juno...)
Am I the only mother of teenagers who had the good sense to STOP!
Seriously, one 18, one 16. And that's IT!
I'm almost at the point now where I can go away for the weekend with my husband. In fact, when my daughter comes home from college over Christmas, we are doing just that. Just the two of us. For the first time in 18 years. I am nearly giddy with excitement.
I still, however, have pangs. And then I eat an entire sleeve of Oreos and it passes.
I have 2 boys....22 and 19. I have one girl....9. I was to old to start again. I don't have the energy for her. But hey, she gets a lot of attention.
I know I will feel the same way as you pretty soon. I think it's inevitable, this babylust, I mean we're fighting against genes, you know?
You know, that kitchen table is too small for three children and two grownups. That should do it.
My ovaries are FREAKING OUT
Hey, you've still got time to have at least a couple more, come on ;).
Interesting angle on that shot, BTW. You look cute pregnant. (Please don't hit me)
ditto to the whole thing. ditto.
Hoo boy that's a tough one. For me I always had the #3 in my head but now as we go through with the actual "having and raising" it seems a little daunting. I think the thing to get past, at least for me, is the beginning part and think of the longer term children who walk on their own, go to the bathroom by themselves, not throw their food on the floor and eventually way way way down the line produce tons of grandkids for me. Y'know the way big picture.
I have 2 boys 22 months apart, and I want another!! My husband? Not so much. We'll see :)
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