New boyfriend? Lovely. When are you getting engaged, then?
Engaged? How gorgeous. When are you tying the knot, then?
Newylweds? So romantic. Babies soon, then?
One child? Cute. When's number two, then?
Two children? Sweet. When are you going for the third, then?
Heck, I subscribed to this very script myself.
I know it's not personal, but people seem a little preoccupied with my single child situation.
Preoccupied as in sometimes downright obsessed with bullying me about little brothers and sisters, cluckiness and pregnancy detecting.
People as in friends, Hubby's family, playgroup, work colleagues, school parents, the local chemist, our lovely friend at the local IGA, the sweet lady in line at the bank, the guy next to me on the rower at the gym, the Mums at the park, neighbours....
Walking back from the local shops with Magoo the other day, I found myself chanting :
Everywhere we go-o,
Everywhere we go-o.
The people want to kno-ow,
The people want to kno-ow.
How we a-are,
How we a-are.
And where is the ba-by?
Where is the ba-by?
(Here's a tip for free- if I thought for a second I was hosting another gorgeous little person in this bod, I would not be pushing it to it's limits for a marathon, would I?)
I absolutely love kids. Always have.
I'm not opposed to having more children.
I certainly don't rally against those who have two, three, seven children.
But why do people feel the need to cheerlead me into another pregnancy?
Sometimes I feel the need to remind people that Magoo is all of two years old, not twelve, and that I have just turned thirty (for a couple of years in a row now - hee hee) and am not quite in my golden years either.
At other times, I'm the one almost apologising for having this one 'easy' child right now. I often feel inadequate as a Mum and that I am so, so inferior to women with more children. I love caring for other people's kids and helping out where I can - but I also feel that it's my duty because "I've only got the one."