Hi friends (and frenemies who read just to schadenfreude my ass)! Welcome to my first drunk blog post. It’s Saturday night and I’ve just started March break (which, no pressure, has to be all sorts of epic because Christmas break was such shit), so of course I’ve had a couple glasses of vino, and I just wanna ask you all something.
Why the hell is everyone pregnant right now with their second child?
And more importantly, why am I not pregnant along with them?
You see, I’m entirely jealous, but at the same time, I don’t really want another one right now. But get this. Whenever I see a preggo, I actually *miss* the sensation of being pregnant. This is not normal considering when I was actually pregnant, I was so miserable and morose and all sorts of not fun to be around. I don’t know what’s going on with me. All I know is I feel pressure to catch up, just like I did when everyone was getting knocked up with their first. Dear Facebook, you rush all my milestones, and I hate you.
But then I think back to last weekend at Walmart. There was a couple in front of me in line with two boys. They looked to be 2 and 4ish. And they were baaaaaaaaad. Like running away and screaming bad. The mom spent the majority of her time in line chasing after them and audibly berating them, while the dad berated the cashier for not entering the diaper coupon code correctly. So much berating. So much stress. And here I am with my sole angel quietly snacking on a Larabar in the cart, while I happily perused a tabloid mag.
Basically the thought of two kids gives me enough anxiety to jump start some major palpitations. The added financial stress. The sharing of my love and attention. The lack of physical space in the house that we have no intentions of leaving any time soon. It’s all too much to bear.
P.S Yes I do recognize this post is a major overshare.
P.P.S. Confession – O is going to daycare all week while I get my hair and nails done, and shop and eat myself into oblivion. Perhaps this selfish behaviour is a fairly good indication that I’m in no way ready for another baby.