I have two kids.
And it seems that the second that I popped baby number two out, everyone keep asking if I was going to have more.
Well, okay, maybe not everyone, but a vast majority.
Wait, perhaps not a vast majority, but at least 6 people.
6 really tall people.
I’m sure those 6 people were just being polite, and asked me because they were all done complementing my shoes, and talking about rain in the forecast. But whatever the reason, I never know how to answer that question.
Like today; a friend of mine asked me if I was going to have more babies, and I was all, “Um, well, I don’t know. Maybe….No. Not really, but if it happens we won’t leave it at the fire station, ya know? Wait, I mean, we have 4 bedrooms, so maybe. UGH. It’s complicated.”
I think she was just looking for me to say something simple.
But answering a question like that is not simple. It’s not that I mind being asked, it’s that I’m very undecided, and one day, if asked, I might shout, “HELL NO!! What’s wrong with you!? You’re ridiculous. I can’t believe I’m actually friends with you.”
But ask me while I’m ovulating and in the middle of eating a lemon cupcake and I might be all, “Oh, maybe I’m pregnant right NOW! How fun would that be? Wouldn’t it be the best if it was twins!? Maybe I’ll name one after you!”
So in conclusion, there are two things we can learn from this post:
One- I’m emotionally unstable.
And two- I’m undecided.