This is the dreaded follow up post, the one after you bare your inner most secrets.
It's been a week.
I have several ideas for posts but for some reason none have come to fruition. But something happened today that got me irked. This I have to do a post about or I will lie awake at night writing the post in my head. They are always so much better in my head but never make it here.
Today, while I was watching the boys at swimming lessons, the lady I often chat with there, who I know only from there, asked me a question. Out of the blue.
It's the question I dread most.
Because the answer, it comes from deep within. It's been a very long journey that Jay and I have taken together.
A personal and therefore private journey. One that I have only shared with those closest to me until very recently.
"Are you going to have more children?"
Really? You, who I barely know, are asking me that?
There are many inappropriate questions in the world and I happen to think that this is one of them.
I'll admit, before I had kids and even after my first, I asked this very question of people I barely knew. What a fool I was. I had no idea. None.
It ranks right up there with have you gained weight? and when are you due? (dude, don't ask unless you are 100% sure).
It's actually a bit like asking, do you plan on winning the lottery? Why yes, on January 27, 2008, I will become a millionaire, how did you know?
Many people would love to have more children but can't. Or prematurely menopausal, have fertility issues etc. Personal things. Things that we are probably not going to tell you, random lady at the pool. Who, by the way, has two children the same ages as mine.
Here's the rest of the conversation, more or less, because I think it's kind of funny:
Lady: Are you going to have more any more children?
Me: *shocked look* No, we are done.
Lady: Yes, they are expensive and take a lot of time
Me: (in my head - Yes, that's exactly why. I mean, who has time for a baby with all the shopping, lunches with girlfriends and spa treatments to do!) Mmmm.
Me: That and I am menopausal.
I like to throw that in for shock value. Hee hee. She asked!
One of my favourite Texans, Elaine twittered me a much better response.
"Well, only if my boyfriend knocks me up, my husband's water works don't work anymore."
Why don't I think of these things?
PS. I mean no offense to anyone who may have asked this of anyone because I am pretty sure that not all people would be offended by such a question. I am overly sensitive about it, given what we have gone through. This is just my take on it all.