Morrisey said it, I've just altered it slightly and it about sums up my current emotional state.For the past year I've been harboring a secret yearning for another baby. Not right now, but maybe in about a year. When Little Dog starts Preschool and Big Dog is in Kindergarten, I think I'd like to add one final child to the mix. I'm not really sure why, but I do know it has been consuming my thoughts for some time now.
When I got married, I didn't think kids, other than dog-children, the furry kind, were in my future. Then that changed, I thought, I'd like one, but just one. Then Mr. Dog convinced me that two was a nice number and we decided that two would be our goal. Well I have my two and I still want more.
How does a woman go from wanting to be a DINK(dual income no kids) family to a DIUMEK (dual income, up to my ears in kids) family? I'm not sure. It could have to do with the fact that I have been absolutely bowled over by how much I love my kids. It could have to do with the fact that my kids amaze and amuse me on a daily basis. Or it could have to do with factors I don't really understand at all.
It turns out that I am not alone in my desire for three kids. Many of the women I know with two, or even just one child, have confided in me that the thought of a third child is something rolling around in their mind as their biological clock pounds out a tempo requiring a decision to be made soon. These are educated, working moms, people who in many cases weren't sure they wanted kids at all earlier in their lives, so it seems to be a theme.
In the past week I finally voiced my desire for the third to Mr. Dog. Let's just say, he was not amused. At this point his goals have more to do with long nights of sleep than with tiny socks and more diapers. And because in this case, it really does take two to tango, so to speak, I am left alone with dreams of babies and tiny socks that will never be filled with tiny feet. Sigh.
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