Get out of my uterus!
Hey mommy/daddy friends! This is Lynn aka Chicpeajc, and this is my third column for JCfamilies where I “tell it like it is” – all the shit nobody talks about when it comes to parenting, mothering, and everything in between, like vaginas (see what I did there?!).
How many of you guys had a kid and are immediately confronted with the dreaded question, “When are you going to have another one?” To which I always answer, “Another slice of pizza? I’ll have one now!” No, but seriously, my response is, “Get out of my uterus.” I say this to my family, friends, strangers, and my husband.
My mini-me recently turned 4 and, of course, her becoming a kid is an emotional moment for me, but the pressure is on now to have another kid so she can have a brother or sister to play with…
See what’s wrong with this picture? The people around me want me to get pregnant, get fat, go through 9 months of hell, squeeze the thing out of a tiny hole, breastfeed, all that shit so that my mini-me can have a built in friend. FUCK THAT.
I am not ready. Does that make me a bad person? A bad wife? A bad mom? I just don’t want another one, not right now. People need to get out of my uterus! Including my wonderful and amazing, supportive husband.
He wants another one. Like as soon as possible… and I feel for him for sure. But at the end of the day, having another child is all on me. I have to incubate the thing and dedicate at least 2 years of my life to care for the thing on top of having another kid to deal with. I am just not emotionally, physically, and mentally ready to go through that.
I know many moms (and some dads) share the same sentiment.
I’ve been asking all my friends who have two kids how they feel on the subject, hoping they would say, “Oh, two kids are so awesome, it’s really not that bad.” No, usually frantic they tell me, “OMG, Lynn it’s so hard, don’t do it. DON’T DO IT.” That being said, my sister has 4 kids and she rocks it. She looks amazing, literally a MILF, and she works full time, has no help whatsoever, and doesn’t leave the house without wearing heels. So it’s definitely possible to have more than one and have your shit together.
I have one kid and there is still last night’s dinner stuck to the floor.