I'm on the fence about having a baby. Or, rather, I'm looking over the fence. Thinking smugly, "I'm so glad I don't want a baby."
But every so often I have a moment of doubt.*
Like when the rad eight-month-old Mr. S and I are dancing to a Tom Petty Pandora station and he makes a little humming noise to indicate that he appreciates a mean guitar riff. Or when Jamie admits to having a thrifted baby clothes collection tucked away in her shed (hello tiny Wrangler).**
And I get this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach.
But mostly I think about all the ways I love my life with H-town. And all the things we want to do as two.
Yikes, did I really just write a baby ambivalence post? Welcome to esb year #2.
*Mom, please do not get excited. If you ask me about this post, I will deny I ever wrote it. I'm serious.
**We had a whole corresp w/ Peonies about whether it was tempting fate and/or just plain creepy to buy baby clothes before you have a baby. But I have determined that Jamie is behaving sensibly. I mean, could you pass up a size 12mo vintage western shirt? For 99 cents? And her best friend gets the collection if she doesn't have a baby for whatever reason.
(Image of the shirt snapped for me by Jamie)