I had a bit of an issue this weekend. I've said on here before
that both J and I were pro-kids growing up, and then slowly turned
anti-kid as we got older. By the time we got together, he was
staunchly anti-kid, and it was easy for me to decide to be as well.
But, still, every once in a while I get a little twinge because I went
from wanting four kids to choosing to be good with not having any.
Well,
Saturday, out of the blue, J starts the theoretical baby-name
discussion (WTF, dude). We both like classic names, and family names,
and decided that our son would be Arthur Craig (my grandpa's name was
Arthur, as was his grandpa's middle name). Our daughter would have the
middle names Lynn Marie, for the traditional middle names on both
sides. And then he suggested Lucy for a girl, after his grandma
Lucille.
Lucy Lynn Marie. You guys, I can SEE her. She's
perfect, and chubby-cheeked, and pigtailed, and smart, and brave... and
we're not having kids. And I didn't really even want to tell J that I
was in a crisis, because he said before we got married that he could
deny a girlfriend children, but he couldn't deny his wife - and I didn't
want him to think that I was asking for kids, because I wasn't.
Anyway, we talked it over and it's all good, but still. Bad combination
of Mother's Day weekend, and end of my pill pack.
And then today
I slept in, cleaned the house, prepped a week's worth of lunches, did
plot development for an hour, had coffee, paid off the credit card that
bought our honeymoon, ordered my fall perennials... all without
interruption. And it was glorious.
Anyway. There's my woe-is-me rant for the month. Any other anti-kid-by-choice women have issues like this sometimes?
**The OMH formerly known as jsangel1018**