“Ready for number two yet?” asks an innocent, smiley employee at the local grocery store (and 100 other random people).
My eyes don’t physically roll back as far as I want them to when I hear questions like this.
Not because the idea of another child is so absurd or the question itself is offensive or ridiculous. That’s not the case at all. And I certainly don’t blame anyone for asking it. I’ve definitely done it. It’s just a small chit chat kind of question. Innocent.
But that simple question is not so simple when it took years, tons of money, hundreds of needles, and countless tears to get pregnant with the first one.
That simple question is not so simple when it gives you flashbacks less than a year ago when I thought my baby was dead the day he was born. (Read more here)
These are not good memories. And I truly feel like I JUST got my head above water.
I know I’m not alone on this either.
Right? Tell me I’m not alone in this.
I’ll have another baby. Ok? One way or another. It’ll happen. But not without a few flashbacks along the way.
But it’s worth it. A million times over. Or maybe two more times. Or one.
And for those of you wondering, yes, I am looking for a therapist. Don’t worry. And when I do find one I’ll report on my experience with being on the other side of the therapy room.
Good times are ahead. Good times are right now.
Now, I’ve got a nearly 10 month old that just pulled a side table onto his head so I gotta go.
Happy Friday, friends.