Yesterday afternoon I put the following status up on Facebook:
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We're EXPECTING AGAIN! I know, I know, it's crazy isn't it? I can't believe it myself. Yup, it's official. We are expecting rain today and AGAIN tomorrow. **re-post if you have a sense of humor. LOL"
It fooled many people. I had warned my mom and Scott, just to make sure I didn't give anyone heart attacks. Part of the reason I put it up is to see how closely people actually read those status messages. The other reason is that I desperately want to post a real "We're expecting" post, but it is not going to happen.
You have got to love marriage. You agree to go through life together at an early age (24 and 27 for us) and to work through whatever issues that may arise. Over the years, people change and grow, and the marriage changes and grows along with it, or there are problems.
Scott and I are NOT having problems. We are having a bit of a difference of opinion when it comes to offspring. When we got married, we were convinced that we would only have one child. Scott is an only. His mom is an only. My dad is an only (or was, until he found all his biological siblings, but that is another story entirely). There are many onlies in our family, and we figured that this would be the best way to give our child everything we wanted to.
However, I am about to turn 31, and my opinion has changed a bit in the last 7 years. I now want a second child. Scott still does not. Every year Spud turns a bit older, and I see my chances of having another kid dwindle as we get farther and farther from diapers and late night feedings and all those things that come from having a baby in the house.
His main concern is money, and I agree that it is an issue. At this point in our lives, Scott is not medically insured because we can not afford to have that much taken out of my paycheck every month. Obviously that came back to bite us when he ended up in the hospital a few months ago, but we're slowly working through that. With him being unemployed, it probably is not the right time to have another kid. I know this logically.
However, it seems my hormones are very illogical. They want what they want and I can't seem to tell them to STFU. Maybe (hopefully!) Scott will get a job around here this fall, I will be able to stay on with my company, and things will fall in to place for us to have another. Of course, I think convincing him of that will be difficult, but there is always hope. If, instead, we go in to year three with him having no work (which is possible considering the state of education here in WA), well, I guess I may have to give up hope.
Scott knows all this. None of this would be a surprise to him if he read it. We talk about it a lot. His answer to "Can we have more kids once you get a job?" is always "maybe". He's so diplomatic. LOL
To sum it up: No, I am not expecting. Do not expect that for a long time, if ever. But if I can ever improve my skills in the art of persuasion, than maybe someday we will have another baby Spud2 running around (or Spec if said child is not as gifted in the weight department as Spud was as an infant).