This year marks our 6 years of marriage. Whoa.. where did all that time go? Did we plan how our lives will turn out? Well, I thought by now we would have added an additional headcount or maybe two plus a whole lot of chaos into our lives. The chaos bit? Perhaps. The additional headcount? I wonder if our four-legged fur-kid counts.
Along the way, especially of late, we get asked or rather told to go and have a kid before it’s too late. Yes, I know that my biological clock is ticking. It waits for no one. After being told off by my gynae that I ain’t no spring chicken, I actually am afraid to go visit him. I know he will chide me but I guess he only wishes me the best.
This year, many friends have added an extra head-count into their brood. While I’m happy for them, visiting them at the hospital and playing with their newborn, it suddenly dawned upon me: ‘Am I even ready to embrace motherhood? ‘. Frankly, I have to say no. Doesn’t exactly help when I see screaming toddlers tormenting their parents/ grand-parents and people around them when we are out. In such situations, the Man and I will often throw each other a look of unison, secretly thanking our lucky stars that when we are home, it’s going to be peace and quiet.
But there are also times when we hang out with friends and their absolutely angelic kids (like baby G), we go back feeling all warm and fuzzy, ready to take on the challenge if our kid turns out just as awesome as our friends’ child. But life, it can be quite a b*tch at times, so you don’t always get what you wish for. Now, that’s the part that worries me the most!
The joys of parenting is something we haven’t quite grasped yet. If you are going to tell us that having a child outweighs the joys of having a fur-kid. Then don’t because the Man will probably sit you down and have a lengthy discussion as to why he thinks dogs are better than kids. I’ll stay out of this debate – thank.you.very.much.
Are we ready to take that leap of faith and embrace parenthood? I dunno. It’s not as if we say yes today, we’re going to get pregnant tomorrow. Remember? Not a spring chicken anymore? Plus 4 years back, I had an op where my gynae had to clean up the plumbing for my internal system. So it’s a tad bit more difficult for us to get pregnant. Having said that, it’s not impossible for us to get pregnant, it just may take a little longer (and perhaps depending on the options, cost us more).
So maybe baby? Let’s see… for now, we’re toying with the idea of possibly adopting another fur-kid to our brood. That’s sure sounds far more exciting if you ask us.