First you must watch this commercial--it's been on for a while and you've probably seen it already, but just in case...
Okay, so we're all agreed-CUTEST BABY EVER!
Up until a few weeks ago, this commercial *always* made me want to have another baby. Always. Never fail.
But then one day it didn't.
It made me want to put my toddler in a twin size bed, donate her crib and bedding to someone else and move on with our lives.
And I wasn't depressed about it. I was ready to do it. I was impressed with the lack of desire I had to have another baby after watching this video repeatedly on YouTube...you know, just to make really sure that I was done with babies. I was done having babies and I meant it.
I was so done having babies that I shared this revelation with Army Guy. It was as if I told him it was Christmas, his Birthday, and he had unlimited funds for car parts all in one. Smiling ear to ear, while also saying "well you know, we don't have to buy Sam-I-Am a new bed and all of that, we could just be done having babies without spending extra money". Insert eye roll here.
I broke the news to my mom, who laughed and said "yah, sure...". I got more and more firm with people who asked when Miller #4 was going to arrive. I had decided.
Then two days ago, I changed my mind. Since before we had Sam-I-Am, I have told Army Guy if he didn't want to have any more kiddos he needed to get that permanent solution--that dreaded "V" word. He's fought me about it every step of the way "umm, why can't you go get your tubes tied?!?" "how come I have to get it done?!?" "I'm DEPLOYED! I can't do that here...at least I don't think I can..." etc. He didn't appreciate the "weinie whacking" comments that were made. He really didn't appreciate the whole "well we're taking the dogs to get fixed, do you wanna see if the Vet can squeeze you in?" comments. :) But yet, there was always some reason as to why he couldn't get it done: couldn't get into clinic, working 24/7, too much of a process with Army and too little time, Ranger School, EIB training, PCSing, deployment, etc. Since I'd been on the fence about having more kids, I hadn't really been pushing him too hard to get it done either.
But two days ago, Army Guy had his 6 month post deployment health assessment. And HE VOLUNTARILY ASKED TO START THE PROCESS! He came home from the appointment with a handful of paper and we talked about how his appointment went and then at the very end of the conversation he says "oh yah, so there's one doc on post that does that dreaded V word, and he doesn't have any appointments to get it done until like January, but we don't have rotations in January so it works out." And then he walked off. At first, I thought "Whoo! NO MORE BABIES!" We are officially done and officially a family of 5. Whoo! And in my brain I was doing the happy dance.
Then as if God were trying to torment me, the Baby in a Sink commercial came on. No biggie--I've watched this commercial hundreds of times over the last few weeks. Yes, hundreds. But as I watched this fat baby laughing and giggling and smiling, my heart slowly realized that the next time I'd have a fat baby in my sink would be grandkids and THAT HAD BETTER BE AT LEAST 30 years in my future. And then I thought about how depressing it would be to not have a fat baby in my sink for at least 30 years. And I thought about how sad my sink would be. And I thought about how much I love having babies. And Sam-I-Am is turning into a decent toddler. And we're fairly decent parents. And the kiddos are a great form of entertainment. And Sam-I-Am and Thing 2 get along pretty well, so they could share a room. And, and, and...
So now I've got this looming deadline, an insane desire to have Baby #4 and no creative way to sell this Army Guy on this plan.
Curse you fat baby in a sink commerical.
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