To Procreate Or Not (I’m sure that’s appropriate to ask the general public)

I know the last thing you probably want to read is another post from a woman nearing the ridiculously determined “advanced maternal age” crying about wanting more babies, and if that’s the case you should probably turn away now.  Because WAAAAAAAAAHHHH!  I have me some baby fever.

It started last weekend when Ian had a fancy business trip that I crashed.  Despite traveling 3000 miles for 48 hours, I had a great time.  My kids were home safe and sound with their grandparents and Ian and I enjoyed ourselves.  What’s two glorious well-rested nights away from your own kids likely to do?  Make you want some more.

Time away from your kids may also make you get a little tipsy and run for the position of Karaoke Queen, but that isn’t part of this story.

I romanticize every stage from pregnancy to first foods to walking and talking.  I completely forget about the sleep deprivation and the hazy first year, and lament how it all goes so fast.  When I first raised this with Ian, he mentioned I might just be hungry (low blood sugar does make me loopy) so we went to In ‘N Out Burger and never discussed my need for two additional children again that weekend.

Less than a week later the feeling is creeping up again.  I was holding a friend’s five-week-old baby, cradling and rocking her in one arm while I poured juice and gave out snacks with my other.  I felt like a mommy machine (in case you aren’t sure, that was a good thing).  Suddenly I didn’t care at all about waking up every 3 hours for months on end, I simply wanted to procreate.  Twice.  Because I have a weird thing with odd numbers.  And I haven’t yet decided if twins would be the perfect package or too much, but I’m willing to roll the dice.  They even have names: Sloane and Grayson.

Ian, who prefers such superficial things as sleep, money, and freedom, is not on board with this baby train.  He enjoys pointing out that since we have a son and a daughter and they don’t make any other kind, it’s nature’s way of saying “you’ve got all I have to give.”  But I don’t care.  It’s biological, this need to procreate, and I swear it multiplies with each child.  One friend who made the wise choice to stop at two suggested I go out and buy myself a fabulous new purse to cure my baby fever.  It sounds like a really great idea, but I’m worried I would buy the purse and still want more kids and then I’d have to figure out how to use the purse as a sling because I will have spent our budgeted baby gear money on a chic new hobo style bag.  Might as well skip it and go straight to procreating.  I’m all about efficiency.

Even waking up at 5am didn’t convince me to rethink my position. Instead they both jumped in the bed and hugged and kissed each other and it only made me want more.

14 thoughts on “To Procreate Or Not (I’m sure that’s appropriate to ask the general public)

  1. WTTM!! you are so right. Here’s the thing: I think you took over the baby fever for me, because I don’t have it. NOT ONE BIT. I just met my 5-week old nephew– I held him and kissed his head and loved him as much as an aunt can. And I just know I can’t go another round. I want to write books. I want to walk through the airport with my children carrying their own shit. I want a purse and not a diaper bag. And I know I don’t have it to give. Nothing against my nephew, but I, like Ian can taste the freedom (and I can smell the expense of private school). But you should have some multiples and keep showing some leg!!!

  2. Well, well, well, I am right there with you on that choo-choo train to Babytown. I have been having baby fever for the last few months. My husband on the other hand, has not. We are still trying to get our business off the ground (it’s growing but it’s still quite young) and both of my children are FINALLY in school (private school = $$$). We are getting the sleep we need at night and both of my kids can actually entertain themselves a bit without fighting or chewing electrical wires. But still, baby fever.

  3. You have to power through it! Took me til after my baby was 2 (September) to finally get over having more. I forgot how horrible sleep deprivation was until the boys tag teamed for a week and then firmly declared and accepted my fate of no more babies. Two and through!

  4. Every time I see a little baby that makes me get all warm and squishy and I-Want-One I run screaming from it and go find my son who at nearly 6 still doesn’t let me sleep, still drains me, etc. If you want to borrow him, let me know 😉 I love him really. But I love his independence a lot too.

    No really, it creeps up on me every now and again too and I squash it. I can’t do it all again. Of course, I just gave away all the baby clothes we were hoarding in case we had a second so you know I’m going to get knocked up any moment now.

    Good luck with the fever – hope it turns out however you truly want it to and however is best :)

    • Oh I don’t need to borrow him, I have one of my own. Usually it’s extra time with my angel baby that brings on those feelings. It’s never going to happen, it makes no sense but our biology really does a number on me!

  5. I have phases of baby fever. I have several pregnant friends right now, and my sis is pregnant. I do adore babies and wish it could happen, kinda. But I really hate pregnancy. I would have leaving a baby for work, and I would have to work, and I like my job now. I want to have sex again, with regularity, and write write write. I think baby fever does fade. My husband is done with 2, too.

  6. I’ve entered into my first baby fever and it’s overwhelmingly strong. Since my son is well into his second year of life I’m missing the baby stages, the being needed stage, the cute and tiny stage, the stage before they learn the words no and stop, etc. My boyfriend though me spending a weekend taking care of my niece and therefore dealing with two fighting toddlers would satisfy the itch but as I told him “so you change some extra diapers, no biggie.” He’s not convinced. Neither am I. But oh those babies…

    • Exactly! My husband thought that visit to a friend’s 5 week old would take care of it. She even cried the whole time we were there but I just held her in the crook of my arm bouncing and humming while pouring juice for the older kids. I even changed her diaper. It’s a real problem.

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