I love my kids to death–both of them.  I am no longer (and haven’t been for a while) sad that I didn’t get to carry them in my womb.  I’m actually totally okay with the whole never been pregnant thing.  Bill and I talk all the time that he should just get fixed.  We have no reason to believe that I would/could ever get pregnant.  BUT.  But, at our age, we know we don’t want to be dealing with any more babies or kids for that matter.  This does not mean that at some future point, we won’t consider adding more children–but right now? So not in the frickin’ cards.

We have lived in our house for 11 years.  There is a family across the street whose residence in the neighborhood predates ours.  This family has 5 boys (I think).  They had twin boys approximately two years after we moved in–so they are close to 9-years-old (I could be totally off on this by two years and they could be 7–but I don’t know).  Anyway–that so isn’t the point of my story.  Their oldest is in college and the other two high school age-ish.

Last weekend we went to the Catholic church’s carnival up the street from our house.  We saw our neighbor, who is sporting what looks like a baby bump–and a sizeable one at that.  WHAT????  I’m pretty sure they are older than we are–late 40’s.  I know that they are Catholic and maybe birth control, etc. is not part of their ideology.  Hey, live and let live.  But WOW.  Was all I could think. Then Holy Shit was my next thought.  I joked that they probably thought they were too old to get pregnant and resumed having sex again, after not having it for fear of…I don’t know–HAVING MORE CHILDREN.  I know I shouldn’t be judgy, and hey I know she loves kids–she runs an in-home daycare.  But I could not imagine for a second–getting pregnant at my age or having even one more child for that matter.

It’s time to make that appointment.