Second kid

During a weekend playdate, a friend confessed that she's pregnant again. She said the pregnancy had been rough on her, but they were excited to have a second child.

JW had just asked me how I felt about a second kid. My response: "Do I want another kid? Sure, that doesn't sound so bad. Do I want to be pregnant and give birth again? NO." My friend agreed.

Actually, do I want to go through the whole first year again? Months on end of not sleeping? Never getting to sit down to a meal because you always have to spoon-feed the baby? Sore breasts and nap schedules and spit-up everywhere, trying to understand the needs of someone who can't talk, and doing all this with a toddler running around? Babies are cute but they consume you.

Maybe once K is potty-trained, the idea will sound more appealing. Or I can cross my fingers that JW has a secret second family stashed away, so K can have instant siblings and somebody else can take care of them. It would be rough on our marriage, but I'd get over it.