More, more, more…
I want more…
I want one more kid – specifically a little girl.
But you just had a kid. You crazy!
Yes, this is true. A few months ago, I responded to a post in my online due date club by saying that I wouldn’t want another one until at least 2011. Heck, when I was giving birth, the thought did cross my mind (multiple times) to never do it again.
But I love kids and have always wanted at least two. And I love my son. I love having a son.
But I’ve recently had this overwhelming desire for a daughter.
I look at little girl clothes and feel all verklempt. I hear about mommies-to-be expecting daughters and feel a tiny, tiny twinge of jealousy. The other day I actually got teary-eyed.
Maybe it’s postpartum hormones.
Or maybe it’s that urge to have a kid that matches you in gender because then you feel that they can truly relate to you in that way.
Don’t get me wrong, sons can relate to their mothers and daughters don’t always relate to their mothers. But, there are some things that Baby E will never truly understand from my perspective simply because he’s male (barring any future transgender issues).
Maybe I just want a daughter so I can attempt to mold her into the type of woman I want to be. That right there is a bad set-up, my friend. Chances are she’d rebel against me even harder simply because she wouldn’t want to be her mother’s clone.
Or maybe I simply want a complete set – one boy, one girl.
Whatever my inner reason, I know it’s definitely too soon for another babe. So I’ll just go stare into the bright, bright eyes of my current bundle of joy when he wakes up (hopefully not for a few hours though) and be grateful that he chose me to come through.