Alright. I give up. I had a good run for a few weeks. I had to practically run another employee our of restroom.
Now, for the second time in a week, I am getting sick mid-day. At 20 weeks pregnant. With an 18 month old to take care of. And a full-time job to work.
I don’t even need to look at the ultrasound picture that my dear husband has been hiding from me. I know it’s another girl. Won’t need to focus on boy names. Great. Time saved. And if anyone else asks me, “Well what if you don’t get your boy this time, aren’t you going to try again?”…STRAIGHT TO THE MOON.
I’m not really into rooting for one gender over the other, as long as the kid is healthy and not having to spend time in the NICU. So the answer is NO, I don’t really give a shit if our last name moves on for another generation. If we can raise two competent (or semi competent human beings), I consider that a success.
Going for a third, in my opinion, would be like tempting fate for us. Mike already blames me for giving him Shingles last year. *for the record, I did not give him Shingles, though he believes that I am the reason that caused them because I am so difficult and cause him so much stress in life (in the midst of trying to take care of a colicky newborn and trying to recover from a little thing called childbirth). I should have made labor and delivery look much more difficult, but I can tolerate pain and managed it well. Too well. So next time, I’m putting on much more of a show.
Long story short, a third kid would both put us in the poor house, and likely set up impending divorce because I would be able to get even less housework done than I do now (which isn’t that much, truth be told). Call me a negative nancy, but I value my relationship with my husband. I know there are couples out there who can/ want to do it, and maybe that will in turn make their relationship stronger. We are not that couple. We still want to travel (with and without kids), and we want to be able to retire at a decent age and not have to worry about kids still living with us. And I need to get myself a more challenging job. This job is perfect for when the kiddos are tiny humans, but once they are in full day school, I’m out. Call me selfish, but I would expect my kids to do the same thing. Some women are made to be stay at home moms – and more power to you. Some women have to work to keep their sanity. I am one of those women.
Thanks for listening to me bitch. Fingers crossed for a better evening and few days/ weeks ahead.
PS: I’m already listening to Christmas music and LOVING it. It works when I’m trying to drown out the terrible music and voices of certain co-workers.
PPS: I asked my doctor if I would be required to take the shitty glucose test again with this child since I clearly am not at risk for gestational diabetes, per my last test and pregnancy. She said yes, absolutely. COOL. So I asked her if I could eat a little something beforehand this time, because I’m not really into passing out. To my surprise, she told me yes! But she said to keep it to things without sugar. So, eggs, whole grain toast…things like that would be good. Totally doing that this time. SCREW THE GLUCOSE TEST. DAMN THE MAN.