Yep, it’s number two, we have another baby on the way! And, you know, it all really sounded like a great idea when, for some alien reason, I thought, for like five minutes, that we should go for another one.
Well, go forward a couple of weeks from those five minutes of dementia, and — Congratulations, you’re pregnant!
Wow, talk about speed-lightning fast… I mean, I’m 41, what the hell! Aren’t my eggs supposed to be like half-way to useless by now?? I really never thought anything could happen, seriously. I know couples 10 years younger that try for like months, even years!
But, by the time I came to my senses that another baby was a totally crazy idea, there it was, a little pinto bean, waving at me from the sonogram screen…
We live in a two bedroom apartment, with hardly any space for the three of us. We also have the perfect 4-year-old (ok, almost perfect, she is 4 after all…) and now, we are not only going to disturb our nice, little happy peace, but we will have to create miracles at finding space in our 1400 sq. ft. nut of a place.
Did I mention we live in a two bedroom apartment? Did I say I was 41, for God’s sake????!!!! WHAT WAS I THINKING?????!!! Oh, yes, let’s not forget the pregnancy hormones and mood swings… Oh, yeah, they are there — in full force. I go from delirium to having complete breakdowns in the space of 30 seconds.
Not to mention, the nausea, dizziness and bloating, which makes me look 6 months pregnant instead of the merely 2 months that I am. Plus, the indigestion, food aversions, gagging at the slightest smells, headaches, tiredness, exploding boobs… yep.
Oh, help me. What did we get ourselves into??
Ah, crap… I guess we will make the best of it, like we always do. I just pray that we will have a nice baby – and a quiet, cute, cuddly, happy one…
And it better damn well be a girl too! There, I said it, I want another girl, ok! Sigh… with my luck it will be twin boys! Hell, no, that could’t be, I know I saw only one bean in there!
Excuse me, I have to go throw up now…Pin It