Disclaimer for anyone who reads this: No I am not pregnant again so lets clear that on up, please pray against it at least for the next 5-8 years. Thanks!
While we were out power walking in the park, one woman even go as far to say ” y’all might as well have another set of girl twins!” My face screwed up… and I thought to myself why in the HELL would I want to do that? Is something wrong with her? Sometimes I want a little girl and then reality smacks my senses back. Here are the top 5 reasons Why trying for a little girl scare the piss out of me:
1. The pre-birthing process of children is expensive- not including raising them.
I am sure I mentioned this before but having children is expensive and they are not even at the age where they can tell me “they want this or they want that”, so I can’t imagine the next phase. Anyway, the pre-birthing experience was so expensive and I am playing catch up on hospital and medical bills even as I type. Remember, I had twins so imagine the costs and expenses doubled. Plus, I had a caesarean that is major surgery and guess what…Oh yea I have to pay for that mess too. I probably won’t break even until February of 2014. #prayerfully
2. Who knew I was THIS overly fertile?
Now I am not saying I was a “loose goose” before I met my boyfriend, but I will say that I had an overall safe/ healthy romantic life. But never would I have imagined that I would get pregnant, furthermore did I think my 5’1 and a half frame could produce twins. This was and some days still causes me to go into post traumatic shock.
3. Pregnancy was not fun for me/ Having children wreck your figure.
Most people say “oh pregnancy was beautiful etc. etc.”…My pregnancy was close to what’s the word I am looking for… uh HORRIBLE. My first and the beginning of my second trimesters were filled with morning, afternoon and evening sickness. I could hardly keep anything down. It was absolutely miserable, my entire body hurt and I was always tired. In my seventh month I had to go on bed rest due to a heart arrhythmia and concerns of a possible stroke. I was beyond tired of doctors and specialists and being poked and prodded every other month and day. I looked like a heroine addict as many tracks and marks I had in my arm:(. Plus, carrying and birthing children wrecks your figure. The human body is truly an amazing muscle, but I would much rather have my pre baby body back. It wasn’t perfect but I damn sure appreciate it now as opposed to the extra skin and unwanted pounds.
4. What if I have another boy or even scarier another set of twins?
With my luck I will probably have another boy seeing as I am 2 and 0 in one shot. What is even more horrifying is, what if I get pregnant with a second set of twins…? I think I would curl up in a corner and begin to slow rock myself into crazy…
5. What if she is rude just like me?
What if God did see fit to bless me with a little mini me? She would be adorable but she would be a mini-she devil. I can definitely be a you know what sometimes. And even though I was a good kid for the most part I did have my moments of putting my mom and aunt through some unnecessary growing pains. I don’t think I want that kind of karma returned to me. I would probably hurt her and “aint nobody got time for that” #TamarVoice!
Just missed the list: “I will definitely have to get a “mom-minivan”.
That’s NOT sexy.