Oh Baby
My initial thoughts were mixed. The joy! The misery.
Things had just smoothed out around here. My 2.75-year-old son has finally started speaking full, coherent sentences, which means we no longer have to guess and riddle over every one of his endless needs.
As recently as a few weeks ago we were in the library selecting children's books. I proudly skipped passed a book that teaches children how to accept and welcome a new baby into the home. "Nope," I thought, "My son will never have to worry about that. I am SO DONE with babies."
But there was always that nagging feeling of raising one, single, selfish, over-indulged child. It's just not the way life should be. Reality involves lots of people, compromising, sharing.
So my choice of birth control was abstinence. It suited my tastes. Not only do I hate birth control, but I also hate sex (although it's a treat on rare occasions). So I thought I'd let God decide this matter of how many children should be in our family. After all, I don't appear to get pregnant very easily. In my 10 years of sexual activity, with no birth control, I've gotten pregnant once, with one beautiful child to show for it. So if on the rare occasion I have a sexual appetite, and God chooses to let it result in a child, then so be it.
So here it is.
But then there's my chronic depression, not to mention my post-partum depression which could have resulted in a very brutal slaughter of everyone who came near me.
Maybe I'll just take a 2-year vacation after this one is born -- lol.
This video clip I stumbled on brightened my day and it reminds me of the joy that punctuates parenthood:
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=9125208079228405100

) I don't see him divorcing me anytime soon although I wouldn't blame him if he did. He's amazingly solid and dedicated though. It really is mind-boggling.
, Yup, this would be the second "edition" to our family! Cute spelling error. I won't dog you for it.