Thursday, April 16, 2009
I just want to make it clear that I do not want to have any more children. I adore the two I have, but I don't want any more. Next month we are taking care of this permanently and I am terrified that there will be an "oopsy" in our last few months of fertility, as the procedure takes several weeks to "kick in." Yes, we are taking precautions now, but like Mama said, building on Maria's post from yesterday, abstinence is the only birth control with a guarantee, and, well, that ain't happenin'. Anyway, seriously, can you see me with another child? I can barely keep up with the two I have. You've seen me at the play park: "Where's Micah? Where's Micah?" and one of you has to point him out to me. So, no, no more. We're sticking with the man-to-man defense here, not going to zone. And call me selfish, but I just lost all the baby weight. I don't want to be pregnant again, if only because I blow up as big as a house and it takes at least a year to get back to normal. Anyway, to make a long story even longer, I am done having children.
However, I have been feeling very nostalgic lately; well, ever since Micah turned 1. He's 14 months old, people! How did that happen? I swear the other day he was 9 months old and now all of a sudden he's 14! The nostalgia started when I threw away the last empty can of formula. Never again will I have to buy formula. Soon thereafter we moved to sippy cups for him and one night my husband gave him a cup of milk before bed instead of a bottle. Micah didn't care, but Mommy sure did. So I continued to give him a bottle for about a week before I decided that I was being silly, that there was no reason to keep a baby on a bottle if he didn't even care. So yesterday I threw out the remaining 3 bottles we had. He stopped eating baby food months ago and has given up his morning nap. How is this possible? This stuff took forever with Ethan, or so it seemed. Even the get-up-every-two-hours-to-feed period seemed shorter with our second child. If we had a third, he/she would probably go to bed one night a squaling, pooping infant and wake up potty trained the next day. Although that would be cool, to skip all the potty training nonsense.
I'm not changing my mind about having another kid. Biologically, anyway. I'm not opposed to adopting later on if we decide we want another. That doesn't change the fact that I feel nostalgic about my baby turning into a big boy.