I have an ongoing disagreement with my biology. Each month hormones saturate my brain in an attempt to confuse my rational mind.
I have baby urges.
This scares the crap out of Craig.
I don't really want another baby. There are times, however, when I would like to recapture those newborn and infant moments, when I could cradle my girls with one arm, when their legs didn't drape down the length of my body. I miss the euphoric and heady days which follow the birth of a new baby.
In order to combat these urges, I've been practicing a transfer of desires. Now instead of waxing fondly about new baby skin and smells, I tell Craig, "I want a puppy." This statement also frightens him--he is a rational sort of fellow after all. All he can see is the mountain of dishes and laundry, not to mention the incredible amount of cat fur which seems to grow on every surface in our house. His reply varies:
"Ummmm."
or
"Really?"
or
"Is this about your hormones again?"
I think he's beginning to wear though, and this scares the crap out of me. If we were to get a dog, then a baby is definitely out. But I don't want a baby, right?
Yes, that's right. No Baby. One Puppy. Or at least the fantasy of a puppy.
5 comments:
Would you like to borrow Deucey for a trial run? You may not want a puppy after that :)
Those hormones are crazy things - you can override hundreds/thousands of years of the need for babies and puppies with rational thoughts - it just doesn't work! I think Craig knows how he can fix one of these problems :)
S
After Craig reads this post, he'll be dialing the Urology Office for an appointment.
Ummmm....
how 'bout them Colts?
Ummmm....
how 'bout them Colts?
You guys are too funny!
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