So my Boyfriend casually drops into conversation that he thinks it’s time for another baby. Time to give The Kid a brother or a sister. I had a total goldfish moment. Eyes slightly buldging, mouth opening and closing and a blank, uncomprehending expression on my face.
He wants to go through the sleepless nights AGAIN? Through the teething and the runny nappies and the colic and the crying and the ear infections, nose infections, coughing, sleepless nights and crying and more crying AGAIN? He wants me to have morning sickness for five months, AGAIN? He wants to start over, from scratch, AGAIN?
Someone tell me why it’s a bad idea before my uterus and ovaries agree with him.
And no, don’t expect this picture to help you in thinking up reasons why not to have another one: