clarification

just so we're clear, that last post was not meant to imply that I am, in any way, ready for another kid.

I'm not, if you were wondering.

What I did mean to imply is that however not ready for another baby I am (very. very very very), Christofer is even more not ready. I know! I didn't think it was possible either! But it's true. And now that we have passed that time when traditionally I become pregnant again, even totally innocent observations about how cute Ivy was as a little itty bitty newborn provoke from him an immediate "No, No Way, Not A Chance, You're Going to Need A New Husband For That."

even when all I meant was, Kids. They grow up so fast, sometimes.