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Why, oh why would I even consider such a thing?
After Monkey was born I started to systematically rid myself of all the baby things I would no longer need, now that I was DONE, so so so DONE, I am never going to do that again, twice was plenty, thank you very much.
Every new onesie and pair of socks he grew out of, week after week, went right into a bag, handed over to a good friend without a second thought .
We moved to Argentina when he was just two months old, so I gave away all the winter maternity clothes that I would have no need for in my new warmer climate. When I no longer needed maternity clothes at all (yay!), I quickly gave those away, too.
All the baby clothes, blankets, breast pumping gear, baby toys, and baby books have been dutifully packed up and given away as soon as they were no longer in use. We don't have much (any) storage space, so decluttering this way was a no-brainer.
The bit of remaining baby gear we have -- a few slings, a sling-accommodating jacket, an umbrella stroller, nursing bras (arrgh, I am soooo sick of them) -- haven't disappeared yet because we're still using them. But now, I am starting to think I should hang on to them, JUST IN CASE.
What is going on?
I've just started to get this feeling. Maybe we're not done. SHHHH! I'm not even sure if I really said that.
I'm only thinking about it at all because I feel like if we're not done, than NOW is the time.
I don't want my kids to be much farther apart in age than they would be if we don't get started now. And I don't want my stay-at-home-mom years to extend much longer into the future. I don't want to start all over again with a baby after I am already enjoying some of the freedom I will have when my other two are more independent. And I don't want to push my luck with my age and my fertility - if I do want to have another kid, then I should get on it nowish, soonish.
This post is going to stay short, because I am writing on the YES theme today as part of Momalom's Five for Ten blogfest. And I don't have a whole lot of YES to say on this topic. It is more like a maybe? NO! but? NO! if? NO!
(In case you're wondering, Macondo Papa feels pretty much the same way about all this.)
Nonetheless, here I am saying maybe. (But NO!) I clearly have a lot of 'no' posts in me on this topic that I need to get out, but here's a shot at the yes:
- I love being pregnant.
- I love trying and getting pregnant.
- I love walking around with a little bitsy bundle in a sling.
- Babies are yummy. Toddlers are delicious. Preschoolers are, um, fascinating.
- Chances are that my labour would be too fast to subject me to the way-too-prevalent emergency C-sections here in Argentina.
- He/she would get the best papa in the world, and two fabulous big brothers.
- If I survive until they are all school age, I think they and I will love having a biggish family.
- It is entirely possible that I could have a GIRL (a really, really bad reason, but if I am going to be perfectly honest, this possibility is the only reason that the NOs haven't already won by a landslide).
What I think I need is one of those accidents/surprises other people sometimes have. But that would entail Macondo Papa and I deciding to see if maybe we could have an accident. Because we're like that. And then we'd be right back where we are right now.
Okay, should I actually publish this post? Yes.
