Who's ready for seconds?

Today, my friend casually dropped the news that she's expecting her second baby (!!!)

We were pregnant at the same time for our first babies. We even had the same OB/GYN and gave birth at the same hospital nine weeks apart...

Too close for comfort, you say? It was actually quite pleasant to have someone to share the whole pregnancy experience with.

I know, I know... there was my husband, but let's face it... Men don't really get it. Not really...

Anyway, when she told me the news, I was OUT OF MY MIND ECSTATIC for her, but a tiny voice in my head was saying, "hey, I didn't know we're ready for seconds already..."

Of course, she did choose to tell me at the heels of one of my son's temper tantrums, which is hardly conducive to wanting a second baby. My son is wonderful, but I'm certainly not ready to take on two right now...

In fact, my standard response when asked when I'll have another is "...well, I always wanted to be an only child...", which isn't true at all. I just like saying it because it doesn't so much answer the question, as change the subject.

Yes, I realize that just because my friend is having another baby doesn't mean I need to have one too. It's just that, as I was finally getting the last of my maternity clothes in the attic earlier this month, the thought occurred to me that we'd probably be pregnant again at the same time...

I suppose that's rather silly of me since we didn't planned to be the first time or the next time, obviously. In fact, we really don't talk about that kind of stuff in specifics, which is refreshing...

A little known fact that often surprise people about me is that I have a strict "don't ask, don't tell" policy when it comes to discussing S-E-X or anything related to it (included, but not limited to "when are you having another one?") with anyone other than the person I've having it with... as in, my husband.

No, I'm not a prude or dislike "Sex in the City". In fact, I adore "Sex in the City" and if you haven't watch every episode, I highly recommend that you do.

It's just during my pregnancy I was approached by several of our friends that were "tying" and asked to give them some "pointers"... like my growing tummy and widening rear made me some sort of fertility guru. Pointers? Are you kidding me?

There is only one piece of advice that I can think of and I don't like saying that word.

Then, there were my single, not-goin'-be-parents-anytime-soon friends that seemed overly concerned about whether or not I was "gettin' any, now that I'm fat"... and if so, what positions are "still comfortable" these days...

I decided right then and there to set some boundaries... and BIG ones where I also don't have to hear about people's nasties.

I say... we're all grown ups here (and in some cases, PARENTS), and I don't need to hear the details. THAT would be too close for comfort.

...and, by the way, NO, I have not been wearing my maternity clothes until now. In fact, I stopped wearing them as soon as I healed from the c-section. We're just super lazy about getting things in the attic.

photo by mightylikelove