Archive for April 11th, 2007

Who isn’t picturing “Oliver Twist” right now?  I mean, seriously.  Anyhow, the point of this story is not the tragic tale of a forgotten British orphan, but rather the subject of having more kids.  How uppity is it of me that I would dare even THINK of having another baby? I mean, come ON!  There is a baby under the age of one in this house.  More children should be the absolute LAST thing on my mind.

And it absolutely would be, but we keep getting asked The Question by people we know.  And Kile has mentioned it.  And I admit, I’ll often feel my eyes roll back into my skull at the mere thought.  But at the same time, I know that’s just because of timing.  I know I want a third at some point. (Fourth?  It would be a fourth, but when I say things like that people get that confused look and it’s easier just to say “third” than have to explain it all.)  Yeah, we’d like to maybe have a girl, though I think the chances of that right now are a little less than nil.  Three is a good, round number.  A family of five.  Right?  Are we insane?  We are, aren’t we?  You can tell me.

Kile, at one point, suggested October as the starting point.  As in, go on Clomid and October and see where it leads us.  (insert much flop-sweat on my part)  I guess it works, because that would put the babies two years apart, right?   Not too bad.  Not too close, not too far (starting to think there’s no such thing as “too far” though).  I can’t wrap my head around it, however.  Liam is still so little and my world is wrapped up in him.  I can’t imagine bringing another baby into it at this point.  But October is still far off and I may feel differently.  I hope I do.  I know I will.

In a similar vein, my body is playing with my mind.  And Kile has joined in and they are both ganging up on me.  It’s really pretty evil.  It all started last week when I fell asleep in the recliner one night while doing my evening pump session and watching some tv show that I can’t even remember now what it was.  Big deal, right? But I just don’t do that sort of thing.  I’m the sort that can only sleep when laying down in bed.  And even then, it requires much turning off of The Brain.  The only other times I’ve fallen asleep in the recliner have been when I’ve been pregnant.  So Kile teases me about being pregnant.  See?  Totally evil.  He’s on his way to hell, I know it.  Then I start trying to figure out when my last period was.  I have NO idea.  I’m so with it, aren’t I?  I know it was at least a month ago.  But then, I am still pumping (if infrequently) and it wouldn’t be unusual for my cycles to be a little messed up.  But I did get my second post-partum period right on schedule after my first…  You see what I mean?

Then, this week, I feel like I’m constantly running to the bathroom.  Another symptom of early pregnancy around here.  But it could also be a symptom of a urinary tract infection.  Then again, every time I’ve been pregnant, I’ve had a urinary tract infection in like the first month.  Oh, and did I mention that my milk supply has taken a SHARP downward turn for no good reason?

AAARRRRGGGHHH.

Now, I don’t really think I’m pregnant.  That’s just not how it happens around here.  It takes months of planning and many pills of Clomid and doctor visits to get pregnant.  So I’m not as deluded to think that is has “just happened”.  On the other hand, I wish my body would stop it with the mind games.  And Kile can stop with the teasing too.  Any day now.

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