an oft-had debate in our house typically goes like this:
me, after seeing a pregnant woman, seeing a baby, thinking about holding a baby, seeing a little girl anywhere, everywhere: let’s have a baby!
Jordan, my husband, who is far more rational and less hormonal: let’s not! we have two great boys! we’ll never have a girl anyway – the statistical likelihood of us conceiving a daughter, after having two boys, is…
me: *tunes out* butttttt i don’t feel done. butttttt look how much happiness our kids bring us! butttttt what if we DO have a girl?!
Jordan: *sighs* we aren’t ready. not even close.
and he’s right.
our boys, ages 5.5 and 3, need a lot of us right now. and even when they don’t need us (cue the “i do it myself” demand), they still require a lot of time. Quincy won’t potty-train, Lionel wants to change costumes or put on gear for a different sport every ten minutes, and Jordan and I are in the middle of it, changing diapers and fetching hockey gloves and picking up discarded basketball shorts and trying to keep our sanity.
we aren’t ready.
but gosh, wouldn’t it be nice if we were?