Well, it's another late night. This time because we are getting pounded with storms, and a tornado or two. My husband, 2 70 pound dogs, and 5 cats and
I have been hiding out in the bathroom. Fun times!
I am laughing reading all these posts because we have seriously thought about saying we can't have kids. As it turns out, I was diagnosed with celiac disease and might not be able to anyway. That would be convenient! Maybe my desires to be a mother are non-existent because my body knows better. Always interesting to think about.
Sometimes I feel like I'm being too hard on the MIL. I know she thinks her kids are the greatest (what parent doesn't?) so she wants them to make lots of babies. Problem is she should accept that she raised intelligent, productive members of society who are capable of thinking for themselves. I guess the extreme catholic in her cannot accept marriage without kids. My argument for that is that's between God and me. (did I mention I'm not a religious person? And I am a vegan celiac?) I am just striking out with her.
Thanks for the encouragement! Glad I don't have any babies to try to cram in this bathroom, we are out of space as it is!