Thursday, March 15, 2012

Faking Irish Twins

The other day a friend said that she couldn't believe my son was almost two.

"Well, yeah... I mean, he will be in September," I laughed, wondering what she was getting at.

"You know what that means!" she sang, a huge grin on her face. "Almost time for another onnnnne!" I instantly began my trademark nervous talking, too-much-information rant:

"Yup! That's true! Maybe soon! I mean... no, I'm not pregnant at the moment. But who knows? Maybe next year- But, no, part of me wants to wait, like, 5 years... blah blah blah." Sometimes I wish I could just shut up but, alas, it's not who I am.

I sincerely enjoy people's opinions about ideal spacing when it comes to kids because, hey, I love talking about anything. Lately people seem to size up my year-and-a-half-old walking ball of dough and assume that another one is in the works. However, the other day I had a different, more amusing experience.

My husband and I had the pleasure of caring for our friends' cutie pie last Sunday afternoon. We walked to the park, my husband with our 18 month-old son on his shoulders and me wearing our friends' sleeping 9 month-old angel in an Ergo carrier. While a few parents saw us and seemed to immediately look away, one brazen Kate Gosselin look-alike (before the hair extensions) didn't even mask her sheer horror when she loudly inquired about the ages of our "children."

I can't even tell you how tempted I was to lie and be like, "Yup. Got pregnant with this one a week before I delivered that one!" But that whole nervous-talking-honesty-thing hit and I quickly set the record straight that only one of the sweeties was mine and the other one was on loan for the afternoon. She breathed an audible sigh of relief and grabbed her chest in a gesture suggesting that a heart attack had been narrowly avoided. Though we shared a good laugh, I can't help but feel that my Irish pallor was the cause of this stereotype. What else did she assume, that I had a pot of gold hidden under my jacket and drank Guinness for breakfast?

I know there's no magical amount of time that you should wait before having another child, but I'm glad I didn't get pregnant with a second child while I was still pregnant with my first. As for plans for the next baby, I've narrowed it down and we're going to shoot for between one and eleven years from now. Oh, and has anyone seen my Lucky Charms?

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