I know the last thing you probably want to read is another post from a woman nearing the ridiculously determined “advanced maternal age” crying about wanting more babies, and if that’s the case you should probably turn away now. Because WAAAAAAAAAHHHH! I have me some baby fever.
It started last weekend when Ian had a fancy business trip that I crashed. Despite traveling 3000 miles for 48 hours, I had a great time. My kids were home safe and sound with their grandparents and Ian and I enjoyed ourselves. What’s two glorious well-rested nights away from your own kids likely to do? Make you want some more.
I romanticize every stage from pregnancy to first foods to walking and talking. I completely forget about the sleep deprivation and the hazy first year, and lament how it all goes so fast. When I first raised this with Ian, he mentioned I might just be hungry (low blood sugar does make me loopy) so we went to In ‘N Out Burger and never discussed my need for two additional children again that weekend.
Less than a week later the feeling is creeping up again. I was holding a friend’s five-week-old baby, cradling and rocking her in one arm while I poured juice and gave out snacks with my other. I felt like a mommy machine (in case you aren’t sure, that was a good thing). Suddenly I didn’t care at all about waking up every 3 hours for months on end, I simply wanted to procreate. Twice. Because I have a weird thing with odd numbers. And I haven’t yet decided if twins would be the perfect package or too much, but I’m willing to roll the dice. They even have names: Sloane and Grayson.
Ian, who prefers such superficial things as sleep, money, and freedom, is not on board with this baby train. He enjoys pointing out that since we have a son and a daughter and they don’t make any other kind, it’s nature’s way of saying “you’ve got all I have to give.” But I don’t care. It’s biological, this need to procreate, and I swear it multiplies with each child. One friend who made the wise choice to stop at two suggested I go out and buy myself a fabulous new purse to cure my baby fever. It sounds like a really great idea, but I’m worried I would buy the purse and still want more kids and then I’d have to figure out how to use the purse as a sling because I will have spent our budgeted baby gear money on a chic new hobo style bag. Might as well skip it and go straight to procreating. I’m all about efficiency.