Yes, I'm about to eat my words. Yes, I do remember telling everyone at work that if I was with child before Kaylen was three I'd shoot myself. I'm mean really, I was still recovering from the infant tyrant from hell..err...um...I mean from the shock of how wonderfully fufilling life had become. I was the one sitting in bed the night before my maternity leave was over looking like a kid on Christmas Eve, anxiously waiting to fall asleep so I could see what surprises lay under the tree the next morning. You mean I get to leave THE BABY HERE, commute an hour each way, take care of other people's sick kids for 12 hours, work every other weekend, and I get paid? Woah I'm in! Just the meer thought of waking up in the morning only to be responsible for NOTHING BUT MAKING MY OWN COFFEE was enough to make me chuckle a little on the inside and say screw mommy-hood. I wasn't really even worried how Adam would do working from home with her, not MY problem.
So here we are, Adam and I have been discussing "it". The second child. NUMERAL DOS. We've entertained several reason's why sooner might be better than later.
1. We want Kaylen to have a sibling. The thought of what she would be like as a teenage only child SCARES ME.
2. It can't get any worse than it already was(meaning we know how to soothe a colicky baby with blind folds on and our hands tied behind our backs).
3. We are old pro's now. What could a second kid do to possibly throw us off our game.(eat words later)
4. We would be forced to clean the junk out of the 3rd bedroom.
5. It would justify the mini van purchase.
6. The sooner the whole family can walk, talk and sleep through the night, the better. (also might eat words later)
7. Adam is getting old, I think he's 35.
Those are all pretty good reasons, but the best reason I can think of is that for every one of these.......
We get thousands of these.....
Who wouldn't want to multiply that by two.
