Baby stories

I want another baby. I want another baby so badly I am willing to go through IVF again.

But, I think I have to accept that it is just not possible for us, so to console myself I have come up with (almost) 39 reasons not to have another baby. They will never outweigh the gazillion pro’s to having another baby, but hey.

1. Poo Nappies
2. Vomit in any shape or form. Yes, I’m still dealing with vomit, but at least these days when I leave the house I’m more likely to be covered in toothpaste than baby puke.
3. Not having all my cupboards behind lock and key. Which means that I don’t dislocate a shoulder every time I want to open the cupboard to get the Handy
   Andy.
4. No more feeding of babies with spoons.
5. No more cooking of food in bulk and freezing in a gazillion little containers.
6. Being able to leave a child unattended in the bath for longer than 2 seconds.
7. The cost of having the baby.
8. The cost of keeping that baby.
9. Being able to sit around the supper table and have a conversation. Even if
   it entails more threats (eat your food OR..) than actual conversation.
10. Not rushing home after an early lunch just so you can get kids down to sleep between 13h00 and 15h00. We lived for those 2 hours quiet time!
11. Sippy Cups. I abhor sippy cups.
12. Falling over the pram in the middle of the night.
13. Potty training.
14. No more let-down reflux. (my boobs actually flinched as I typed that)
15. Stomach fat. (ok, who am I kidding, I still have stomach fat, but you get where I’m going with this)
16. Being able to give a child an instruction and have them on occasion actually do as asked. Very occasionally.
17. Not dressing a wriggly worm.
18. Sharp table corners.
19. Hard tile floors.
20. Stairs (My stomach still flips at the mere thought of a child falling down the stairs)
21. Not having to fish toothbrushes and other innocent paraphernalia out of the toilet.
22. Sleep deprivation.
23. Sleep training. God how I hate sleep training. Not that we haven’t had to re-train the odd child.
24. Drool and bibs. They belong in the same place as sippy cups. Hell.
25. Being able to say to that shadow looming at your side of the bed “Go back to bed, it’s too early yet”
26. Being able to cuddle with abovementioned shadow because there is no way he/she will go back to bed and you have to wake up in 30 minutes anyway and not get up to put them back into a cot.
27. No more Purity Banana. Eeuuwww.
28. No more having to buy formula.
29. Not having to buy nappies. That shit’s expensive. And no, I’m not ‘that’ into recycling that I would invest in cloth nappies. I’d rather plant a couple of trees.
30. Not ever EVER crawling around on the floor to retrieve a brown dummy in a far dark corner under a cot off the brown carpet at 03h00 in the morning.
31. Having to leave that baby at home and go back to work. Don’t think I could go
    through that again.
32. Immunisations and seeing your baby being injected. Especially when you sport your own phobia for needles.
33. Growth spurts and not knowing what’s wrong.
34. Teething (need I say more?)
35. Ok, teething nappies. Remember, I don’t do poo.
36. Porridge brain. It’s taken more than 3 years after having the girls to feel like I can have an actual conversation about anything other than children.
37. Hormones.
38. Post Natal Depression. I’m a lucky two-time winner.
39. My age. I’m almost 39.

Sorry if I just put you off having another baby 🙂