The following is an actual conversation that occurred in checkout lane 4 at my local Safeway. Seriously.
Lady: Oh my goodness! Are they twins?
Me: Yes. <Behave. Behave. Behave. Please behave.>
Lady: Awwâ€¦two boys?
Me: Yes. <Nope. Muppets.>
Oh kidsâ€¦here we goâ€¦
Lady: Mineâ€™s 9 months. But I only have one.
Me: Polite smile. <Well bully for you.>
Lady: I donâ€™t know how you do it with two!
Me: You just do I guess. <I donâ€™t know how you do it with one. I am clearly better than you.>
Lady: Are they your only?
Me: Yes. <I have dogs and a turtle too.>
Lady: Are you done?
Me: Yes. <You are awfully interested in my procreative activities. This is a conversation I should be having with my husband, not you.>
Lady: Donâ€™t you want to try for a girl?
Me: No. <Some day I may adopt a girl dog. But if I say that, you will probably think *Iâ€™m* the bitch.>
Lady: Haha. You will when theyâ€™re a bit older.
Me: Polite smile. <They ARE older. You werenâ€™t around for the exciting beginnings. Unless you read my blog. In which case, say something!>
Lady: You never know.
Me: Yes. <Oh I know. There are medical steps that can be taken to ensure such â€œNot Pregnantâ€ outcomes.>
Lady: Just see what happens, right? Youâ€™ll see. Youâ€™ll change your mind.
Jon and I always wanted two kids. We almost beat the put on the first go-round. There is no need to engage in a second round of Russian roulette.
As it stands, weâ€™re at even odds. The children do not outnumber the parents.
If we had only a singleton? Perhaps the conversation would be different. But I donâ€™t believe Iâ€™m strong enough to play another match â€“ and my odds for having another preemie are now double.
To each his own when deciding on building the family. But for me, no â€“ there will be no more children.
And for all those of you mourning my lack of a daughter:
1)Â Â Â Karmaâ€™s a bitch. I, remembering what it was like to be a daughter, would be afraid. Very afraid.
2)Â Â Â I have a husband, two male dogs, two sons, a male tree in the front yard, a brother, and a brother-in-law. Girls werenâ€™t in the cards for me.