One question we get asked a lot when I'm pregnant is "Is this your last one?" to which we respond "We never say never!" or "It's in God's Hands!" or something of the sort. Just recently, a coworker of ours asked me this, and I jokingly responded "Yeah, and then I need to get Phil a girlfriend." Now, I would never say that to someone who didn't know that I was kidding, and didn't know how happily married and how sincere Phil and I are about living out our faith. But this coworker knows us both, and laughed along with me, and all was good.
I was telling the story to Phil later, and saying that perhaps the idea wasn't so crazy after all. I mean, 33 weeks into this 6th pregnancy and I am exhausted. Put a fork in me because I'm done. Am I thankful for the gift of another baby? Of course. Am I so lucky to have a wonderful husband and kids that I truly and easily love? Yup. Am I never allowed to admit that it's hard, or tiring, or emotionally draining? Gosh I hope not.
Maybe the Sister Wives are actually the ones that have the right idea. I mean, if I had a sister wife, I think my life would be so much easier. I could be the wife who raises the kids, she could be the one who endures pregnancy and labor and breastfeeding. I could stay home and cook, and she could work and clean the house. I could have a break, but everybody's needs would still be met.
|Me and my actual sisters. Maybe they could come live with me.|
Whose idea was it that women can have both a career and children and do it all? Maybe we can do it all, but not all well. Another wife, or at least a W.I.F.E. ~ Woman In (my) Family's Employment would help so much.
Although, I would have to kill her because I'm insanely jealous, so that would be a problem. But, at this point, solitary confinement sounds like a pretty sweet deal too.