Congrats, it has been two years! We have managed to co exist peacefully without killing anything, breaking anything (well, not anything important). Kudos to us! Two years means it brings with it the inevitable baby talks. Well, we are not the ones talking, but we hear from all sides -from two sets of parents, their parents, parents' friends, friends' neighbors and before you know it is an epidemic. Such people should come with a statutory warning - we have baby fever and babies are all we can talk of!
It is not like we are the kind who hates children to be indifferent to all that baby talk. I know they can be adorable and that kind of makes it worse for us. It puts ideas into our heads when we are not ready. So we discuss kids, how girls are easier, boys are less trouble and what if she/he has my nose and cheeks and your colour and hair - Oh no, what would we have created. How will we give her/him the confidence and bring him/her up smart enough not to care for looks? See, what I mean - we so cannot be ready if our first thoughts are what if the baby gets our bad genes!
That's not all, we imagine wouldn't it be cute to have this kid sitting between us on the couch and playing when we have all this talk? Aww, what cuteness! But what will it do when we do not get up till 11 or 12 on a Sunday? What will it do when we are so rushed of time or just plain lazy and skip breakfast/lunch/dinner? - So NOT ready, people!
The way we are living currently, forget a baby, even a plant is not growing properly with us.
Can't you guys see, you are making us want a baby when we are not ready? And it is not even a baby that we want - it is the idea of this cute little-bundle-of-joy marketing ploy of a baby!
OK, parents/nosy relatives/friends, it's one thing to be good with kids and find them cute and it is totally another thing to have a kid of your own. I doubt I will find it to be as adorable when I do!
So I do what I usually do when I get this itch for a baby - surf maternity blogs! It doesn't take more than a few minutes of reading detailed description of labour or the aftermath of c-sections to put me off babies - at least for a while till I consider adoption. Though I have to admit, having my own baby as its advantage - who wouldn't love nine months of pampering?!
