Here’s a debate that goes through my head:
I want another baby.
No, Mona, you don’t want another baby.
I’m still young and full of life! I can handle another child!
Give me a break. You’re so tired when you come home from work, you can’t even make it through an episode of LOST.
Well, that’s because they switched the time to 10 o’clock! If they had kept it at 9, I would know what’s going on! And why aren’t people hairier? They are very smooth and attractive for not having shaving equipment around! And where’s Walt? And why hasn’t Hurley lost any weight?
What if the next child turns out to be like one of The Others or worse, Damien?
Then Nathan will have to enter the priesthood at 18 months so he can perform the exorcism. We’ll have to keep it in the family. Maybe then he can tell me what those polar bears were doing on an island.
Be honest, why do you really want to have another child?
I don’t want another baby. But I want another baby. And this is how I’m flip-flopping in my mind. Chances are, we’ll be able to plan the next one, but Mike and I aren’t sure when that’ll be. Some days, we look at our slobbering child with Gerber puffs stuck to his face, who squeals and bah-bah-bahs at us and think, maybe we’re okay with just one. Nathan is so full of awesome and (generally) good health that the odds might not be in our favor in having another baby who loves cats (and their respective food) as well as his parents.
But the real issue here is that during a lunch-break stroll through Pottery Barn Kids at the U-Village, I was disgusted by their “Sail Away” room set. Obviously, no Pacific Islander was consulted when the design-for-the-rich team came together with a $2,695 Speed Boat Bed and Trundle. Why would I shell out almost 3K for a bed that looks like a boat. Why not buy a boat that could be used as a bed? Then when your child grows out of it, you can use it as a boat! And why are convertible cribs only used for beds afterwards? Why couldn’t you convert a crib into, say, a gazebo? An island kitchen? A complete set of the 1978 World Book Encyclopedia? My Nintendo GameBoy from 1988 with super high Tetris scores?
But no one asked me, which is why I return to the inner dialogue with my voice of reason, one who doesn’t think that double strollers are reason enough for another baby.