Last Sun­day, dur­ing our hour long drive to Ikea, my hus­band brought up babies-as in our future babies. Yes that is baby with an “s” at the end, as in more-than-one. Typ­i­cally on long dri­ves my hus­band and I usu­ally enter­tain our­selves by talk­ing pol­i­tics, being goofy, singing  badly along with the radio, or encour­ag­ing our chil­dren to fol­low our foot­steps and act like utter goof-balls. We don’t nor­mally dis­cuss fam­ily planning.

A lit­tle back story…

Since prac­ti­cally in utero I wanted to have lots, and lots, and lots, and lots of babies.

And then…
I had one…and another.

Now…I’m not so sure on the lots, and lots, and lots, and lots of babies part.

Our chil­dren came about because I had a need to be a mother. It took me one year of “talk­ing” to my hus­band about get­ting preg­nant, before he finally gave in caught up to me and felt “ready” for father­hood. Per­son­ally I think he was just tired of watch­ing me fawn over every sin­gle baby we saw, or moon­ing over the baby sec­tion at Tar­get. I think he finally gave in just so he wouldn’t have to see that pathetic long­ing look on my face. Con­tinue read­ing Two More Babies, Uh huh?