Only child thoughts

It sure is funny how people are so involved in your personal decisions. When you first start dating someone and are together over a year the question you get is "When are you two getting married?" So you bite the bullet and get married. Once you have been married awhile you start getting asked "When are you two going to have a kid?" So eventually you have a kid. Then when your kid turns one people start asking "When are you having another one?".

When did it become so important to have to put in your two sense about another persons family? I feel like we are constantly having to defend our tentative decision to have only one kid to everyone. Is it really that bad?? Sure I have a sister and I know what it's like having a sibling. But I also know several only children who are perfectly happy without a sibling. The pros and cons of both options are just about equal in my book.

With only one child you can give that kid your complete attention. Financially you won't have to worry because your not buying clothes, paying for school and extracurricular activities for more then one person. Your kid will grow up being the first and last child and will naturally assume those roles. The stigma about it is they aren't as social as children with siblings, they won't know how to share or interact well with others. Really? Because I'm pretty positive if you keep your child involved they will be able to do these things. Sure only child enjoy their privacy and naturally withdraw from groups when they want alone time, but they also have the benefit of knowing that they can have alone time whenever they want.

Siblings are a whole different story. Two kids or more mean double the work and time. And I question if I really want to do that. My sister and I didn't get along when we were younger. We weren't all that close because we really had nothing in common. Sure we would talk about how crazy our parents were, or if she would sneak out I would pretend not to know so I didn't get in trouble too. When I think back on my childhood I really only remember us fighting or arguing about something. Yeah we hung out but didn't have the same friends so she would drag me to all these parties and I would sit there like the dorky sister who was just there to lie to mom when we got home. In all honesty we only got close when we hit 20. So when I'm asked about giving A a sibling, to me it's up in the air. Based on my life it's nice to have someone there to deal with everything, but when your not close to your sibling the whole playmate scenario doesn't really matter.

Andrew is pretty set on his decision to only have one. After writing all this down it kind of seems like I'm in that same mindset. But I'm trying to keep my mind open just in case I change it or Andrew changes his. As far as how I feel right now, I don't have the urge to get pregnant again. Who knows how long that will last but I don't foresee it changing anytime soon.

Not it!

Anyone who knows me knows that I am all about the cloth. The adorable little fluffy cloth bum that A sports around in appealing colors with cute names.... Awww. That is, cute until you have to wash those bitches. Actually no, I'm a liar. When he was little I didn't mind washing them at all. You could just throw the shit in the toilet thanks to the handy liners and call it a day. I can still do that but now he has "real" shit. I'm talking shit shit. The shut that makes you eyes burn and your stomach curl. I dread using them lately because I somehow can't figure out the sizing and he has been leaking all over. Uggghhhh. I need to start potty training ASAP! But first I need to move him to a big boy bed. Great.

Enough ranting and raving I just wanted to give a shout out to Adrian's cloth diapers and let them know that I f-ing hate them right now. :)

So we meet again!

Typical girl here. I hate my body but continue to scarf down junk and I am a total Del Taco Whore. So after a long discussion (argument) about "Me Time" with the husband, I sat (and ate) and really thought about what kind of me time I really enjoyed that was beneficial. The conclusion? Bikram Yoga of course!

I haven't gone to Bikram since A was around 8 months old. I was going 6 days a week for a good 2 months but stopped. The benefits of this kind of yoga are huge, the cost to do this kind of yoga is also huge. That's one of the main reasons I stopped. You have to shell out $110 a month for unlimited 30 days. WTF? But here I am doing just that. I went this morning and thought I was going to 1: pass out on the floor, or 2: puke all over Teacher Gordon. Thankfully I did neither. I did come to realize that I am out of shape and sore as shit already.

So here I go! Embarking on yet another fitness goal that I am determined to stick to this time. Wish me luck!