Three is the magic number
Katy Robson-Malone invites DIVA readers on the journey to baby number three.
We've got a big year coming up. While L and I are not ones to shy away from challenging situations, we've completely outdone ourselves this time.
We've kick-started 2017 with a complete remodel of the downstairs of our home, converting our civil partnership to a marriage on our 10 year anniversary in an all-singing, all-dancing wedding next month, having an extension built, our familymoon in April and all while riding the roller coaster of life with our very bossy two-year-old, G force, whose favourite word is no, and the "always eating but never sleeping" one-year-old we call Ducklips. And breathe!
So just when I think it couldn't get any more crazy, I've only gone and gotten L to agree on trying for baby number three! Woohoo!
You may think that I must've just kept nagging and nagging until she would do anything to shut me up. Yes! That is my normal tactic. However, with this, she is probably a bit more excited than I am mainly as she "doesn't do" night shifts when it comes to the kids. An agreement we made early on in our parenting journey for the sake of our relationship.
L is the type of person who likes what she likes and can't be arsed with anything else in between. Her no nonsense attitude attracted me to her but it also annoys me now when I'm trying to get her involved with social gatherings or any extra curricular activity taking her out of her cosy home where she may have to interact with another human being.
If she doesn't want to do something she simply won't. I call her the Gruffalo and she quite openly admits she is happy being miserable but when she has to see to the kids in the night her misery levels fly off the chart and even my Patty Simcox chirpy (L says annoying) personality with rainbows, marshmallows and movie scene daydreaming cannot suppress it. So for a good nine months she's set for a good sleep and that's probably what she's banking on.
Faster than Usain Bolt on speed, the clinic appointment was booked to discuss our treatment options. A quick reaction was essential before L could back out as we are currently experiencing less than satisfactory sleep levels with a poorly baby suffering with a stinking cold which is creeping it's way round our house!
Waiting for the appointments to come round normally feels like ages but with work, the girls and numerous spreadsheets finalising every exact detail of our wedding - I'm sure it will be here before I know it.
Third time round, I'm feeling pretty prepared for what is to come with making "baby number three" and especially for the stupid/awkward/thoughtless questions.
"Is it L's turn to have the next baby?"
Has hell frozen over?!! Not only does the thought of her having a tiny human growing inside of her seem like an alien concept, I can not physically or emotionally cope with L in a pregnant state. I don't even think she would manage to be happy being miserable if she were pregnant.
"Will the next one look like you or L?"
Eye roll. Probably L, you absolute moron.
"Will it be the same dad?"
Insert WTF face here. Erm, no. Our children have two mummies and zero daddies. But we will be using the same sperm donor.
When she's not busy firefighting, being an awesome housewife, learning on the job as a mum to her two girls or complaining about lack of sleep, Katy likes to go running, eat lots of cake, drink more fizz than she probably should and dance like nobody's watching. She says: "Writing my blogs is my relaxing time and here's me hoping the more I write about our very normal life people can relate to us as 'regular parents' and not just as lesbians. I hope when I share them with my girls in the future, all of the awkward situations I am faced with along this parenting journey are no longer there for them to experience."
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