Ever feel like every female you know is pregnant? Like it’s some kind of conspiracy to get you to have another kid (or your first, if you haven’t joined the parenting club yet)?
That’s my life right now.
My husband and I decided long, long ago that we wanted only one child. I won’t list all the reasons for our decision here, to avoid a debate I really don’t need right now (because it would only confuse the situation even further), but I still think many of them were damn good reasons. Especially the one about not having a big enough house for a fourth person—fifth if you count my dog as a person (as well you should, considering his personality). And the one about not being able to afford two kids in daycare simultaneously is another biggie.
Now that I have one child and know his adorable personality—in particular, how much he loves babies and how well he cares for them when he’s with them at daycare—I’m starting to reconsider the decision (maybe). Well, for that reason and because everyone around me is pregnant or “trying.” Do they know something I don’t know??? (Or are they just braver and/or wealthier?)
I hate like hell to admit that I felt my very first pang of jealousy last week upon hearing pregnancy news from a friend. And then a second pang the other day when catching up on blog reading and hearing of some bloggy friends’ news. And a third pang on Monday when another friend announced her second pregnancy. And let’s not exclude pregnant family members!
What. The. Frick.
I didn’t see those damn pangs coming.
This will pass, right?