Being a parent rocks. It truly does. I’m not blowing smoke up your ass for an ulterior motive. Well, that’s not entirely true. You see once you have one kid, the door is open for everyone, and I mean everyone, to ask about a second child. I thought it was bad before my wife got pregnant, but to be honest people seem afraid to ask about a first child. At least that’s until your spouse is visibly pregnant and then you need a permanent PR person to field an onslaught of queries. Once you’ve had one kid, everyone assumes you can birth at least one child. The questioning is relentless.
“I was curious, do you have another kid because I’m curious if the other one would look as much like you as your daughter does?”.
“When do you think you’ll have another one?”
“You should have another, you two make cute babies!”
“Do you enjoy movies about gladiators?”
“what shows does your child watch?”
“can I take a picture of your daughter’s eyes?”
“how many bedrooms does your house have?”
First of all, quite honestly… we don’t know if we will have another child. I’m just saying. August 5th, 2007 was a stressful day. I’m not positive my wife wants to relive the pain of her impromptu c-section. Personally, I would love for my daughter to have a sibling and I know my wife is in the same boat. How the other sibling might materialize is another question. We are in absolutely no rush, no rush. We’re content with how things are right now and truly enjoying the metamorphosis of Baby Singe.
I’ll throw a press conference when we’ve determined how it will happen. At this point in time we’re NOT not not trying to have a second. Please, don’t be intrusive. People have their reasons for not having more kids or not sharing their reasons. Just like I don’t ask what kinds of movies you watch after 10pm, I’d expect you not to ask how many hours a day I wear bike shorts or rest a laptop on my crotch. It’s simply not polite.