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Tuesday, July 18, 2006


We have a dangerous precedent set before us: Tim's dad didn't want kids until he spent time with his nieces and nephews, and my mom didn't want them until one day at age 28, she just decided she did. Tim met his nephew for the first time this weekend, and I'm, well, I'm nearly 30.

I'll admit, I watched Tim pretty closely with Milo, worried that he would fall madly in love and decide on the spot that he wanted Milo 2. And we talked about it a lot.

I think we talk about it so much to reassure ourselves. For our heads to remind our hearts, should they become wistful.

But babies don't really do it for me. Milo is darling, but I lose patience quickly when he frets, and he's just a lot of work. I think where I might get caught is toddlers. I think if I could have a baby starting at toddler age, I could be persuaded. I like toddlers, and preschoolers, and the 6-10, and the junior high kids, and high schoolers, but I'm just not ga-ga over babies.

But it's a bit of a relief to not be baby crazy now that Milo is around. I like my life the way it is. I like Tim being the center of it, and our relationship being the main focus.



Blogger Sarah said...

I love babies. The smell of their little heads just after they have had a bath. When they are yours you don't mind all the gross stuff that comes with the baby. It is nice to enjoy other peoples babies and then give them back when they do something gross. Plus when they are that small they aren't getting into everything under the sun like my wonderful toddler Ian is doing. I do mean everything, but at least he is potty trained.

9:17 PM  
Blogger Lesley said...

Wow, I have been facing this same quandry all week. My feeling is exactly yours, Ellie, that if I could just skip the baby stage and get one that's nearly 5, I would be happy. When I think of having babies, I am just so damn scared. I was just about to blog on this same topic, like how I have yet to come up with an authentically true and good reason to have children. Tax deductions? Someone to take care of me in my old age? I have to have 10 just because I'm an only child? (I fricking hate it when people think being an only is an unfortunate situation.) These all sound like selfish reasons. But if I wait until I want kids, will I be able to? That's pretty scary, too.

5:36 AM  

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