Since there is, or at one time was, a rational bone (or at least some quasi-reasonable cartilage) somewhere in my body, I could see his point. Hormones, fatigue, nausea and emesis, sleepless nights with sick and cranky kids…
But, OK, so I’ll eventually have this baby and not be pregnant anymore. Why, I’ll be postpartum! Maybe that would be a good time to make big decisions! And then after I’m postpartum, I’ll be endlessly nursing and chasing, and in all likelihood, people will be sick again! And then….well, the whole thing might just start all over again!
Yeah, so, I guess I’m just kinda wondering when exactly I can expect to be right-minded enough to make a responsible, rational decision about anything more important than what’s for supper on a given day. And I’m coming yet again to the disturbing conclusion that this—whatever point on the continuum this happens to be at the time—is as good as it gets.
20 years, that is.