A few weeks ago coming back from my best friend’s house upstate, I ended up having a weird conversation with my son.
Honestly, I kinda wish it was the birds & the bees convo, but it didn’t quite go that way.
“Mommy… I want a baby sister.”
Insert- My heart Drop.
Insert- The boyfriend’s face go entirely white.
Insert- Ultimate silence.
“Maybe in a few years dear” I look over to the boyfriend carefully, hoping not to see him dead or wanting to duct tape my son’s mouth shut.
“ But I want a baby ssssiiisssttterrr….. Ppppleeeeaaassseee???!!!”
“In a few years dear, not right now” I felt like I was talking about going to school or a new toy.
“But I want one NOW!”
“It takes a while, I just can’t pull over on the side of the road and pop one out.”
“But why not?”
This comes to the idea of having another baby and many many talks with Aaron. The idea to him is off and on. Sometimes he’s cool with it, other time’s he’s not. Especially after a tantrum from Darrell. Sometimes I’m cool with the idea, 100% there. And then other times, I’m not. Like after a hard day at work, or after a bad day with my son.
Honestly, I do. The whole baby craze has driven me a little crazy. I’m seeing a lot of my friends from high school, a lot of my co-workers and just people in general have kids. (Angelina on her 7th?! ) But seeing other people getting pregnant really a good reason for me to have another one?
Probably not. But there is still a twinge.
The age thing is there, especially with Aaron. I’m only 22, but he’s getting up there. I know I don’t want him to lose his wild years but at the same time, I want him to be able to enjoy being a parent. Not having a half heart attack.
The age thing isn’t just for Aaron and I either. It’s also with Darrell. To far apart, to close together? What’s the freakin’ difference… well my brother and I are 10 years apart. It’s not a pretty thing.
Lastly, finances… the money… the big pot. I don’t want to work when I have my next, and if I do, it’s going to be at home. I’d rather work from home and make my own hours then have to put our child into daycare. Nap time ten times a day, boobie time in front of the computer, babies have a tendency to be quiet if you let them… maybe.
But looking at this.
Definitely makes my heart melt.
So… if you have the option. Would you have another child? Bring another piece into your family?
P.S. There’s a TEST that you can take to decide whether or not your ready for Number 2. I’m upset that it didn’t include the question- “Are you ready to be fat again?”
P.P.S. This was the best straight forward list I could find that didn’t make you think children were gifts from the devil.