My friend the Party Girl told me she is finally pregnant with number 2 son/daughter. Shortly after I first met her, I knew they had plans of trying that year. That was probably over 2 years ago. I had kind of lulled myself into believing perhaps I would have company in being an onlie's mother. I have to admit. I had about 2 minutes of disappointment and depression. It more or less passed. However, I have been thinking about this more and more lately. I am, of course, certifiably crazy. My husband is not opposed to the idea, but thinks I'm delusional. Besides the fact that this is probably not my choice anyway. I haven't been on contraceptives for about 2-3 years now. Not that we have sex enough to actually make this a viable fact (my husband reminds me daily). I think he isn't opposed to the idea for the very reason that it means more nookie.
Vaughn thinks nobody likes him because "I don't have a brother or sister." God knows where this is coming from. I'm starting to look at babies longingly, but not in the way you think. Longingly as in "God, I so wish Vaughn were that size again and couldn't talk or have opinions."
All the reasons for having another one are just completely wrong, but of course, this doesn't keep me from seriously entertaining the idea of buying a ovulation predictor on Ebay and seeing if I can actually get pregnant.
I need to be institutionalized.
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