'I have exercised regularly for a year yet my stomach still always looks 3-4 months pregnant. One of these days someone is going to ask me when I'm due. If I were actually pregnant when this happens then it wouldn't be quite so awful.'
'My belly is so wobbly and nothing makes it go away. If I was pregnant and didn't eat much then the baby might use it up and afterwards I would be thin again.'
'I don't love my body. I've never loved my stupid body. Wait, that's not true. I loved my body when I was pregnant. . . '
'I miss crafting. It would be nice to make something again. A human something.'
'W&P are total bastards to each other. Having another sibling might unite them. Or alternatively give them someone else to be horrible to. Either way, they might lay off each other for five damn minutes.'
'I still want to be Mrs Weasley. If I'm ever going to have seven children then I need to up production.'
'I don't know what I want to be when I grow up, if I spent another few years solely dedicated to keeping a person alive then I wouldn't need a plan for a bit longer.'
'My sister-in-law is having a baby any day now. I'm jealous because a) I liked being pregnant and b) she's going to have a cute baby that everyone will adore and I want one too.'
'IVF sucked. It would be nice to get pregnant naturally. It would also be nice to carry just one baby, and give birth just once of a morning, and have just one newborn.'
And then, every single time, as if maybe some part of my subconscious is trying to tell me something...
"YOU DON'T WANT ANOTHER FUCKING BABY. And oh, by the way, YOU'RE INFERTILE*. REMEMBER?"
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*I know, I know. I had twins, I'm not infertile. But it took four years and IVF and my inner voice has a flair for the dramatic, okay?
** And then I looked through pictures of W&P's first year for one to go with this post and my ovaries exploded all over my seat and I had to have MORE BABIES RIGHT THIS MINUTE. (remember how cute they were? Before they learned to throw punches.)
They are still cute:). That said, a 3rd would probably unite them but the 3rd might be a true terror...
ReplyDeleteFinn wants another sibling. I say no, no, no, NO. But a small part of me thinks it would be lovely. But then I remember how much I suck at being pregnant. And we're getting old. But otherwise I'd go for another one. Because as tired as I am, having a baby second time around is frigging awesome. All of the joy, none of the anxiety.
ReplyDeleteWhat does Nye think?
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GO FOR IT. Than again, I have no responsibility for what my hormones currently make me say. Also, I remain uncertain about having more children than I have arms/ears/eyes. Or by the Grown Ups being outnumbered.
ReplyDeleteWhat nonsense am I saying. Your problem is this: http://babypicturethisphotography.blogspot.co.uk/2014/07/four.html?spref=tw. Making women broody EVERYWHERE.
DeleteOh goodie, I'm so glad you're having these thoughts too. I'm having massive baby fever but whenever I mention having another after having a pre-schooler and toddler twins people sort of do that slight open-mouthed gape, stare at my left earlobe, try to say something polite thing which makes me feel like I'm being ridiculous.
ReplyDeleteHmmm, this was alarmingly like reading my own thoughts. I fully believe my brain spends most of its time trying to trick me into thinking another baby would be nice, but then I also reach the conclusion that I DON'T WANT ANOTHER FUCKING BABY. Or do I? NO. Argh.
ReplyDeleteI find one healthy, pretty good baby to be such hard work. (I might be a wimp.) But would love to be pregnant again. Never felt better. And then sometimes when she's difficult I think a sibling will make things easier and 'fix' her! Erm, yeah. Flawed logic.
ReplyDeleteSounds like we have the same inner voice! Xx
ReplyDeleteBut if you want a 3rd, then go for it, better start now than in a few months time or longer as they say. best of luck whatever you choose X
I love this post so much. I've had some of the same thoughts - and that was pre-pregnancy. As I'm one of 3, I feel like 3 would be totally manageable. Until I remember we were 7 & 5 when my sister came along, and that probably made a big difference.
ReplyDelete(Laura is *so* to blame for broodiness right now. That Arla Bo is too much.)
Meh. Pregnancy is overrated. Then again, I've managed to lose a parent, an appendix and most of my dignity during mine, so I may not be the best judge.
ReplyDeleteOoh the baby pic of W&P. Go on, have another, they only make things happier!
ReplyDeleteAlso on the fence. Like M says Laura's family updates & pictures are very convincing.
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