Have you ever had that feeling that everybody else is _____________ except me? I can remember fall 2008/winter 2009 when it seemed that every stinking body and their mother's cousins were getting engaged or married... except me. I wanted an engagement ring for Christmas so badly, and I was sure-as-shit confident that Sean would be giving me one when we went to Disney World for Christmas. Just guess what my present was that year: a trip to Disney World and a Bluetooth headset. I was disappointed - or rather, I was livid - but the timing just wasn't right. I knew it deep down in my heart that we weren't ready yet. Looks like things are working out though.
Now a new phenomenon is occurring and, once again, I'm out of the loop. Everybody and their baby daddy is having a baby! Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat is going oooooooooooooooon? I'm moseying along, getting my nails done and working everyday while others are zooming by me at a stellar speed. It's probably once or twice a month that one of my Facebook friends announces their great news of impending joy. It's rare to find an Army wife down here without a baby wearing a "My Daddy's a Soldier" onesie and a baby on board sticker on the car window.
And yeah, sometimes I get jealous when I see a girl with a baby bump and everybody's telling her how beautiful she is. I want to be super large size and have everyone adore me. I get jealous when people hold their itty bitty babies and they're so cute and lovable. Once a month for about a week I want a baby so bad that it makes me sad.
But then... I realize that if Sean and I continued to live our lives the way we do with a baby involved, we'd be what's considered "bad parents." I love that I can have a pitcher of daiquiris on a Saturday night and spend all of Sunday morning hovered near a trashcan. I love that Sean and I (well, mostly I) can scream and fight as loud as we want and not worry about damaging the kid for the rest of its life. I love that we can eat Hamburger Helper everyday in a week if we wanted, and I love that I can Facebook aaaaaaaaaaall daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay looooooooooooooong. Plus, do I really have to say it? Baby's cry and poop and scream and you have to stay up with them and feed them. My cats keep me plenty busy enough.
So, the timing is not right. We're not ready, and who knows when we will be. But, help a sister out. STOP REPRODUCING AND LET US CATCH UP! Geez!
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You don't have to worry about me! I will not be reproducing anytime soon!
ReplyDeleteI know what you mean. For a while, I felt like I couldn't go into Walmart without seeing every other woman with a child in her uterus. Three of my co-workers were pregnant at the same time, and for a week, I was like, "I WANT A BABY!" And then, it was over. I still like spending all of my money on myself and Coda, but mostly Coda. :)
ReplyDeleteI've always thought motherhood would happen when I wasn't ready for it. I mean, surely 5 out of 10 good mothers became good mothers because their birth control went bad or they forgot to take their pill. I mean, right?
Love your life. Love your alcohol. :)