So, everyone around me is either having a baby, just had a baby, wants to have a baby, or thinks I should have a baby.
"Bad Robot" is almost 3, and I only just now have started to think another would be nice. Everyone said it would happen MUCH sooner. I was starting to think something was wrong with my mommy ticker. Don't get me wrong, he is by far the best thing I have ever done and the best thing that has EVER happened to me. Even when I'm sleep deprived, and he's running around like a monkey on fire, or he's decorated the entire living room in kleenex... he brings me joy. And yet, I had no urge until recently to build another chicken.
It may have been the difficulties getting pregnant, or the miscarriage, or the pulled "round ligament" for the last 4 months of pregnancy, or the 26.5 hours of labour, or the 4.5 hours of pushing, or the unsuccessful epidural, or the emergency c-section, or the emergency pediatric team that was needed to revive him, or the battery of tests that revealed a heart defect, or the trips to sick kids to try and fix it. I'm not sure, but all of that may have played a role in my disinterest to expand the family. However, lately I've been rethinking the whole idea. Maybe it's the TICK TICK TICK of my thirty something clock telling me to get on it.
Robot is really taken with babies. He recently told me that we should get one. I told him that if he could find a baby with a job, we could get it. Stellar parenting on my part... now every time we see a baby he asks it if it has a job. BAHAHAHAHA!!!
Husband thinks building babies is the best. If it were up to him, we'd have a whole gaggle of chickens running around here. However, he gets to go to work everyday, sleep through the night, and keep his breasts to himself. Me on the other hand.. not so much.
Oh well, I'm thinking within the next 2 years, we'll be jumping on the baby wagon once again...
