Wednesday, March 10, 2010

A brother to play with...


After having a baby, it's seems to be free game to ask the person if they plan on having more kids.
# 1- DON'T ask someone who JUST had a baby if she wants to go through 10 weeks of vomiting, unsightly weight gain, back pain to make a grown man weap, sleepless nights caused by the "wiggling alien", cravings that turn you into a wild woman, dangerous hormones that have been known to cause divorce, weird strangers coming up to you in the grocery store and rubbing their dirty hands all over your belly, or cause old ladies to stare in horror at your tight belly shirt,the sicking toilet paper shortage, enduring the man who thinks he has the right to talk about child birth,and then the delivery... I can promise that if you ask that question, in that moment- the answer will be "Are you insain?"
# 2- It's just too soon to ask, wait until the hormones settle down first, or until you can see that the showers, hair & make up and "real clothes" have resumed.

So... will we have another child? We.do.not.know.
Will Tristin ever have a brother? We. do.not. know.
Are we even thinking about it? Not right now.We're just enjoying these little monkeys.

So, yesterday when I went into the girls room and saw Tristin playing with them (Pet Shops of all things, so cute!) I just stood there and asked that question. "Will he ever have a brother? The answer came, We do not know. Will he grow up with a bunch of sisters? Well, that is certain, so I guess his Pet Shop days are here to stay! (For those who don't know, Pet Shops are these small plastic animals with little bobble heads.)

2 comments:

Unknown said...

I. LOVE. This!

Seriously - the man who talks about childbirth...I could slap him. (and all the others you mentioned!). Isnt it hilarious that people even ASK that question??? But I guess there are always an insane few who moments after giving birth dreamily look at their baby and say - I want another one.

I myself did not have that reaction to doing the splits on dynamite. It was more like push that thing back in so I can get it off my bleeding boob and go to bed for a year. ahhh the memories.

jen said...

Amen!