The prompt for this week is…
People keep asking us if we’re done. With kids, that is. I’ve always thought I wanted to have at least three kids and of course there had to be a girl among the three. But now the hubs and I are starting to think maybe we should stop with two, which would mean no daughter for us. Maybe when my boys are both out of the toddler stage, I’ll change my mind and lobby for a third, but right now just the thought of going through the nine months of pregnancy again and the sleep deprivation and the nursing… let’s just say, I’m not chomping at the bit to go back to those days.
Things are good right now. Both boys sleep well through the night. Turner is weaned and I can actually wear dresses again. They’re starting to play together. My life has some semblance of a normal schedule. And I have to admit I’m comfortable now raising little boys, they’re so easy. You can’t tell little girls to go do it in the bushes when you’re at the park and they tell you they have to pee. And you also have to find extra time in the morning to wrangle unruly hair into barretts and ponytail holders. Who has time for that?
Sure I’m outnumbered now, being the only she in the house, but honestly, the thought of having another female in the family kind of scares me, especially if that little female turns out to be a duplication of me. I don’t think this family can handle having two drama queens. But then again, I think about all the things I would miss out on. Painting little toe nails, ballet classes, someone to shop with, conversations about boys…the kind of mother daughter relationship I wish I could have had with my mom growing up.
So I guess the jury’s still out on this one. I’m not quite ready to say we’re done yet. But for now, I’m happy to be the only she among my boys.