Newborn wailing. Toddler having a breakdown, kicking screaming fit. Here I sit in the lovely surroundings of the OB/GYN office awaiting the annual “how ya doing” visit. I must say, the waiting room is providing enough birth control for me I may not have to ask her to refill my prescription.
Don’t get me wrong here, I like kids. I even like other people’s kids. Most of the time. But as I hear that sweet little newborn wail, I think to myself… ” No way, man. I ain’t do THAT again.” Yep, I said it. I love the kid I have, but the thought of starting over with another newborn not only terrifies me, but makes me physically ill to even think about.
I salute you, mothers of more than one child, for I know you are stronger than I am. I tip my hat at you frazzled mommies with more than one mini tagging along behind you. You’re a tougher kinda gal than me.
Eagerly, I make my way back to adorn the lovely “dress” and chat with my favorite person I see once a year. Usual chit-chat… how are you, any life changes, anything to ask about or discuss today? Then she asks “the question”… “So, do you think you and your husband are done? I mean, considering any more kids?”
Well, after I stopped laughing and informed her the mere thought makes me want to slit my wrists with a plastic butter knife, I think she understood completely. Then we have our discussion on my chosen methods of prevention (besides being in her waiting room).
This lady really did make my freaking day, though. Not only does she always have a special dress just for me, but this time she informed me that the lying hunk of metal I am forced to stand on upon first entry of the office has told her something wonderful… I’m eight pounds lighter than this time last year. Well. Yay me!
See folks, it don’t take much to make my day.