I have 2 kids.
A girl and a boy.
This arrangement seems to work out for us. The boys can have their time. They can transform their Transformers and build their race tracks. Two things that, for the life of me, I can't seem to do! The girl and I can have our time. Shopping, dress-up, mani-pedis.
But sometimes, I wish for more.
Being pregnant were some of the best times of my life. You don't realize how close you can feel to someone until you can feel them moving inside you. Yes, I could do without a few parts of those long 9 months. My daughter being born not even 15 minutes after speeding to the hospital could go. Being pregnant in July with my son can go. 90+ degree weather, elephant feet, and no AC is not fun for anyone, especially someone who is insanely huge!
We have discussed the possibility of having more children. The husband is happy with 2. Anymore kids and we would be outnumbered. I can understand him not wanting to go from an even playing field to playing defense. Age comes in to play as well. We are young, but his concerns that risks increase with age are valid.
I am fine with 2, but it really wouldn't take much to change my mind. Changing diapers really doesn't bother me, although potty training can be a bitch, as my son proved. Feedings are not a problem for me. I had a pretty good system going with the first 2.
But night's like tonight, I think I might agree with the husband's idea of no more babies.
My house is full of the smell of apricot baby food.
I have an insane amount of baby food jars and I needed to use some for a project. I don't care how much you scrub the jars or how hot the water is. The fuckers still stink of the contents that were in them!
I'm sure we could get by without feeding our fictitious baby apricots, but we all know that the vegetables aren't any better.
Does anyone want a baby? I will gladly give you one. That way I can go through the joys of pregnancy again, but bypass all the gross stuff.