I Totally Saved His Life May 2, 2007

Last night I was in a very annoying mood when it came time to go to bed. Not annoyed, but annoying.

As The Hubby was trying to go to sleep, I kept messing with him. Normally this results in a full-fledged wrestling match/pillow fight/ass kicking. This time it wasn’t working, though. He was ignoring me. So I pulled out the only thing I could think of: the belly button.

The Huby hates it when I mess with his belly button. Normally I wouldn’t even put my finger anywhere near there, but the fact that he hates it makes me go for it like a moth to a flame. So as my last resort, I reached over and plunged my finger into his belly button. And it felt gritty. Needless to say, my plan backfired and I got grossed out before he could yell at me to stop. Why was it gritty? He had just taken a shower.

I commented on it to him, but he ignored me still. Sick of him not paying attention to me when I clearly needed something to occupy me, I went into this long story of how he probably had a tick in his belly button and it was probably one of the ones that carry Lyme Disease, and it’s probably going to kill him. He just laughed at me and told me to “go find somewhere else to annoy”. But I got him curious. He felt around his belly button and agreed that it felt strange, so I turned the light on to inspect. Guess what? He had a tick in there! I was completely joking when I was spinning my tale!

After we removed it and cleaned the area up, he settled back in and was just drifting off to sleep when I had to get my last word in: “You know I just totally saved your life.”

I Have a Secret May 1, 2007

No, really. I have a secret.

I want another baby.

Why should that be a secret? Because after my pregnancy with Squeaks, I swore I would never do it again. After suffering through months of PPD, I vowed that one was enough. The Hubby agreed. We tell everyone that we’re done.

But then my uterus had to cast its vote:

Hey, Squeaks isn’t a baby anymore. Don’t you miss that baby phase? That baby smell? Do you remember the excitement of ultrasounds and feeling the baby move? Don’t you want to pick out more baby clothes and design a nursery? You have 2 empty bedrooms in the new house. The middle one is perfect for a nursery. Don’t you want to try for a boy? Or what about Squeaks having a little sister?…..

Then I start to listen to my uterus. I find myself getting sappy at little babies. I am jealous of my pregnant friends. I am planning out a nursery in one of the bedrooms.

The Hubby and I had agreed that if we did decide to have another one that we would wait about 4 years. That way we could have plenty of time to get ready for the next one, along with enjoying having Squeaks as an only child for awhile. But here I am with a 17-month-old, wanting to do it again.

I still don’t think I’m quite ready, but I won’t be waiting 4 years! We decided to possibly start trying next summer, but I think that The Hubby isn’t completely convinced he wants to deal with Pregnant Meg again.

So how many of you are stopping with one child? How many have more than one and how long did you wait in between?