Since we had Little Spaghetti, my husband and I have had many a conversation about whether or not we'll have another child.
Don't get me wrong: I absolutely love my son. And I love being his mother. Our debate on adding other kids to the mix isn't because "it's a lot of work and some people just don't want to put that much effort in." (Thanks, mom). Our hesitation is trying to figure out what is in the best interest of our son.
We've both had relationships with our siblings that have been very trying at times. I am a middle child, and I hate being a middle child. Mr. Spaghetti has just a younger sister, but even his mother has said that his sister was "just ornery and rotten to him" despite how sweet he was to her.
I'm not saying that having siblings is a bad thing every time; it's just something we're considering very thoroughly before we put another bun in this oven.
Long story short, we've decided to at least wait a while before trying for a second child. I want some time to enjoy Little Spaghetti, and I want him to have me and his dad all to himself for a little while. (Is this a good solution to the sibling dilemma? Who knows! I sure don't.)
Anyway, I *know* that we're not having a baby soon. I can logically tell myself that we're doing what we think is best. But my uterus...boy, does she have different plans.
A couple weeks ago, I was at a craft store. And I saw this beautiful fabric. A little voice in my head (or, more correctly, the lower part of my abdomen) said, "Wouldn't that just make the most adorable baby girl's nursery? It would be so lovely. Just imagine it..."
And, so, I bought it. Despite the fact that I'm not pregnant. And despite the fact that I'm definitely not pregnant with a girl. I bought THREE YARDS of it!
So I know two things: 1) I'm a crazy person who lets her uterus make frivolous shopping decisions for her and 2) I'm now doomed to only every produce male children who will not appreciate their pink and gray birdcage nursery.