There’ve been a lot of birth announcements in our area recently. My SIL and BIL had their baby William-Thor at the end of May. His birthday is exactly one month and one day after the munchkin’s but four years apart. Then a few days ago Kore’s sister had her long-awaited little boy Charlie. Apparently some time in there my cousin in England had her second child Scarlett. So, lots of babies.
Things like this perturb me a little because they always spark the other relatives going, “When are you guys going to have another?” and our plan is probably never. We have no intention of having another child. All the complications and health issues that we had during the munchkin’s pregnancy and the fact that I still haven’t reduced my weight and he’s four years old. I dread to think how heavy I would wind up. Thankfully some of them drop the issue once we explain that’s not our intent, but there are those who don’t. They act like we’re doing the munchkin a gross disservice by not providing him with a sibling. That some how our lives are incomplete because we don’t have a whole gaggle of children.
