We've been having a great debate around the Edward's house lately. I like to call it The Great Kid Debate. It seems as though everyone from my third uncle to my son thinks that we need an addition to our family. I think the subject is on every one's mind due to the fact that we're currently adding onto our house. I guess more bedrooms = more kids or something. If I would have known about this phenomenon prior to construction, I might have reconsidered. OK, probably not, but you know.
Now, I'm feeling like I'm part of some sort of conspiracy.
The truth is that I'm freaking out a little. We got pregnant with our little boy less than a month after we moved into our house and now that we're building on, I'm a little concerned that this might happen again.
YES. I know how that happens.
*let's pause a moment while I breathe into a paper bag*
I love kids. I really really do. Ask anybody. But when it comes to me having more, I just tend to...well, I freak. I VIVIDLY remember sleepless nights, going days without a shower, feeling like I could just sit around and cry all day, worrying about EVERYTHING...it all feels like it happened yesterday, but it wasn't. It was seven years ago! SEVEN YEARS. That's when I start thinking things like, we've waited too long or what if I can't get pregnant anymore?? If I got pregnant today, our kids would be almost 8 years apart!
How many years apart are your kids? How many years is too much? Wouldn't it be like raising two only children?
Could I live through that?
I really need your help.
Mimi just emailed me and told me, and I quote, "I could see you having 8 kids"! WTH?
I think they got to her too.
The one breathing into a paper bag with her head between her knees,