Dear Friends and Family,
Please stop asking me when I am going to have another baby. I currently have my hands full, no make that MORE than full, with the last child I squeezed out. I am just beginning to have a life (well, sort of) again, my two broken ribs (from an especially hard in-utero kick) have stopped predicting when it will rain, and I think I can safely say that the PPD hell has finally subsided. Frankly, I'm just not itching to jump back into all that again.
And when you start making disparaging comments about only children in an effort to guilt me into having another, please stop and remember that I AM AN ONLY CHILD. Or are you trying to send a whole other message there?
Besides, I find it a rather personal issue and don't feel like discussing my reproductive plans in line at the Pick-n-Save. Unless you are planning on offering me free nanny services - back off on this issue - for your own safety if nothing else.
Sincerely,
Wisconsin Mommy
PS - My mother, who takes care of little J several times a week, totally understands what a challenge another baby would pose right now and recently told me that she would think I was nuts if I got pregnant right now. Words of wisdom.
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