We have neighbors who have a daughter just a bit younger than Jordan.
She and J go to the same day care, and we've just started getting to know the parents. We keep making neighborhood friends with kids J's age...and then they move away. These people said they're here to stay. So I'm trying to cultivate them as friends.
So I ran into the husband on the street last night. Apparently his wife had told him I'm pregnant, as he said, "I heard congratulations are in order!"
I thanked him, and then he leaned in and said, "How did you make the decision to have another one?"
I was a little surprised - it's the first time I've been asked that - but he went on to explain that they'd originally thought they'd have two, but then they had their daughter, and it's so much work...and the thought of having a second is so daunting.
Which is true. I admitted that even though Nick and I had set out thinking we'd have two, for much of the first year after Jordan was born, I was adamantly opposed to having another child. No way in hell.
"But you know," I said, "Nick is 43 and I'm 42. ."
"We're in a similar situation."
"So we figured it's kind of now or never. So, we just went, 'All right! Fuck!'"
And then I realized how that might sound. So I added, "I don't mean...That's not what...ha ha ha!"
"Oh, yes. Ha ha ha!"
We both laughed awkwardly, all, "OK, then! See you later!"