Marin is 10 months old today.
She’s been outside of my body as long as she was in it, and part of my daily thoughts for 20 months now. How is this possible?
Last year at this time, the anticipation of his (I was SURE she was a boy) arrival was so thick and rich and delicious. The waiting drives me crazy, but it’s also so fun. I was big, and having contractions often, and worried, and trying to do about 100 projects before my due date. I was getting SO MUCH MORE sleep then!
So what I need your help with is this: I need to convince David that we should have one more baby. If we do not, I will surely cause Marin some degree of psychological damage by mourning her every milestone. I just simply have not had my fill of the magic of adding to our family.
David is SURE we are done. I’m thinking, at least in part, that his convictions come from wanting to go in for the Ol‘ Snip-Snip and then be able to have SEX! WITHOUT! PROTECTION! whenever we wanted. See, I’m not so sure it’s about the number of children as much as it’s about the amount of sex. He figures that adding another baby adds YEARS to his free sex days. (And honestly, he’s probably right.)
Any ideas of how to change his mind, other than, you know, putting out more?
Night 2 of the Night Weaning went well. She woke at 2:30, as usual, put up a small protest that David appeared crib side and not Mommy, and went back to sleep until 5:15am. After nursing, she slept until about 7am. I’m not sure, but I think she might be reading my blog.
My doula client has not yet delivered. Her actual due date was only a few days ago, but everyone, including her Dr. thought she would deliver early. The waiting continues…