That’s right, the medical procedure that’s going to end my baby making career is scheduled. I thought I’d feel sad, or unsure, or maudlin. I feel none of those things. I feel excited!
I’m looking forward to the next stage in my life: the parental promised land where children feed, toilet, bathe, and dress themselves, but still aren’t old enough to have a serious attitude problem. I’m approaching that time, I see it off in the distance, and I will greet it with open arms. I’m sure that the next stage will come with its own challenges, but right now, it’s looking awfully good.
My excitement regarding the end of my perpetual pregnant/nursing state may or may not have anything to do with the fact that Colin is, by far, my most needy baby. I was under the impression that third babies were easy. False. I should have known it wasn’t true because I am a third child and my mom said I cried for two years. I always thought she was exaggerating but maybe not. Now all you family/friends who are thinking that he is the sweetest, easiest baby…you are right, he is very easy if you hold him. All. The. Time. I challenge you to come to my house and try to do anything. I’m not talking about doing the laundry, cleaning the house, cooking dinner, or keeping up with the older boys. I’m talking about coming to my house and trying to take care of basic bodily functions such as sleeping, eating, or using the bathroom. Spend 24 hours with him and you will see things my way. I’ve been thinking he’s been teething for 4 months now and he still doesn’t have any teeth, so yeah, I think he’s just needy (a trait he may have inherited from his mother.)
All that aside, being that he is my third child, I realize that this, too, shall pass. I reserve the right to be sad, one day in the future, if I choose to be. Maybe I’ll see a pregnant woman and feel a pang somewhere inside and wallow in self-pity and ice cream. Or maybe not, maybe I’ll laugh inside my head and think, “Sucker!”