As someone who has been pregnant the majority of their adult life, it makes sense that the familiar ovary ache would kick in, as a result of the youngest baby taking his first steps.
So, before I start ripping coils out and stocking up on Rennie, I thought now was as good a time as any to start this here blog! It would appear, (from what I have gleaned from other lovely bloggers) that a blog requires a lot of nurturing, much like a baby, however, I remain quietly optimistic that this “baby” won’t keep me up all hours of the night vomiting and/or sharting on me!
So, why a blog? I hear you cry, why not a fourth bundle of joy? I have three children, aged under four (enough said really, but I’ll go on), they’re time consuming, they’re loud and quite frankly, they make a lot of mess! Yes, a baby would be nice, and we have always considered having four, after all- as a duo, we have four hands but I’m not entirely convinced we have that much sanity left between us!
Parenting one child is hard, until you have two. Parenting two children is harder still, although, as a couple, you do remain equal in adult to child ratio and you can still manage both on your own, with enough hands. Then, when you’ve got your head around two, along comes three. Three is a bit like a nuclear bomb. BOOM! And now you’re outnumbered. At this point, you are no longer parents, you are managers. Consequently, we often sit outside places debating the best plan of attack: Buggy or Baby Wearing? Trolley or Reigns? Go in or go home? You get the idea.
Then, once you’ve braved it and just when you’re feeling like you’re winning:
Up pipes a passerby. “You’ve got your hands full!” As a result, in sinks the doubt. Cheers!
It cannot be escaped or ignored though, the ovary ache. The kids will do something cute, you’ll pass a mum and newborn on the street, you may even get a whiff of said newborns head (then you are screwed!) and off you go, into a daydream of how nice it’d be to have- just one more.
Obviously, babies are snuggly, they love you implicitly (they have to- they can’t go anywhere else). Most notably though, they can’t shout swear words at old people in supermarkets. I always wanted a big family, I myself, was one of four and I loved it. In conclusion, maybe I’m not out of the woods on a fourth actual baby- but for now, the blog baby is born.
(How is this one taking his first steps already!?)
Welcome to the World!
Now? Oh, I’m finally off to wet the baby’s head and celebrate, no stitches required!