One week ago I didn’t want another child, Ever. I was done. No more babies waking me in the nights. No more potty training. None of it. I was over it. Ready to move on to the next phase of parenting. A more independent phase that didn’t involve prams, nurseries and baby food.
And then I went to visit Cosatto headquarters last week to look at all the lovely new prams and stuff for Bury Family Life. And something started to happen.
I started to feel sorry that it was all over. To wonder whether or not there was room in our lives for another little person. There began the stirring of something in my belly.
It wasn’t the prams as such, as lovely as they were. But the feeling that I would never have a need for one. That there would never be another little us to put in one. Never again to have that sweet smell of baby scalp in my nostrils or those sweet little hands wrapped around my neck.
And then one of the mothers only went and brought her tiny ikkle new born to drop off her son at school. I melted into a puddle.
Ummm, I wonder whether this is just a passing phase. Christ, I must be mad!