We had decided we are done having children. We have 2 healthy kids, and pregnancy is hell for me. Only due to being youngish, our official decision was to see how we felt in 10 yrs, when it's time to remove my IUD before making any permanent decisions. (If we even choose to; neither of us are really wanting to be the one to undergo a medical procedure.) I'd just assumed I'd probably decide that 9 months of extreme puking isn't really that bad and want 1 or 2 more. After all, we'd always said we wanted 3 kids.
This weekend, one of my good friends from high school was in town, and we went to meet her and her wonderfully cute and squishy 2 month old son. After he was awake and fed, she passed him off to me. I was thinking, "This is it. Baby fever's gonna strike." And that's when I shocked myself. Absolutely no baby fever. As adorable as he is, I felt zero desire to have one of my own. It was all a bit unsettling.
Monday Madness
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