Today while Chris and I were at work, we chatted on Google Chat.Â We usually chat during the day.Â Nothing too big or time consuming.Â Just little things like, “Did you feed the dog this morning?” or “I just ate an entire box of cookies” or “Expense reports are the devil.”Â You know.Â Little things.
But today, just to spice things up, I decided to throw in a little somethin’ extra to see what Chris would say.Â We were in the middle of talking about lunch or something trivial like that and I thought I’d slip in a little controversial topic just for fun.
(Before reading this conversation, you should know that Mike is Chris’ office mate.Â He sits across from Chris.)
True.Â G-chat during work is probably not the best place to approach the topic of more children.Â And probably posting it on this blog isn’t either.Â But Chris leaves me no choice.
Every time I try to bring up more kids, Chris brings up more dogs.
As if that’s a fair argument.
As if getting a puppy will bring me the same satisfaction as having another baby.
Sadly, it kind of works.Â I stop for a split second and think of puppy feet and puppy breath and puppy velvety soft fur and for a split second I am deterred.Â But then my uterus kicks me in the ovaries and I am brought to my senses.Â The problem is that I can’t actually verbalize a good argument against getting another DOG that isn’t actually a good argument against having another BABY.
We don’t have the money.
We don’t have the time.
We don’t have the space.
They pee everywhere.
All true of dogs.Â Also, all true of babies.
This weekend when I was inappropriately talking about having another baby while we were at the food court in the mall, I told Chris I thought we needed another baby to balance out the order.Â 2 parents.Â 2 dogs.Â 2 babies.Â Perfect.Â He actually had a hard time coming up with a valid argument against that one.
It seems weird to say it because Bean Man IS still a baby, but I miss having a teeny, tiny baby.Â Its so exciting and new and fresh.Â And while I wouldn’t wish Bean back to that stage, it would be fun to get to know another baby from the very beginning again.
And, (if you were around during my pregnancy, you’ll understand why this next statement is an act of God) I sort of miss being pregnant.Â I miss the tummy, the heartburn, the lack of sleep, the eating whatever you want, the elastic band pants.Â I miss it.Â But mostly, I miss having a little Bean in there to hang out with me all the time.Â In the middle of the night.Â Driving in the car.Â I just kind of miss that.
Also, I want a girl.Â A little pink girl with bows and ballet slippers and princesses and fairies and tea parties.Â I’m an excellent tea party thrower.Â My plan is to just keep on havin’ babies till I get a girl.
Chris’ plan is to never get naked again.
In all seriousness, I know we’re not ready for another one quite yet.Â I know that we’re not ready financially or practically.Â But I’m just lettin’ you know that the very nano-second that we are ready, I’m gonna pop out about fifteen more babies.
That is, if I can get Chris to take off his chastity belt.