Barf

Ronnie and I are talking about another baby. Our initial plan was to wait until Ruby turns 3, then commence baby-making so as to produce baby #2 a few months before Ruby turns 4. Seems like perfect spacing to me, Ruby will be old enough to understand what's going on and maybe even be excited, old enough to help me with things, old enough to go with Ronnie on adventures just the two of them so I can take naps with the new baby, shit like that.

Well, as many of you may know, Ronnie doesn't quite comprehend the idea of "planning." Or I should just say he's a Gemini and changes his mind more often than he changes his underwear (which occurs on a quite regular frequency). So he's pressing for another baby now. I want one too, but I want to wait, but why bother waiting...

I'll tell you why I should bother waiting. MORNING SICKNESS.

I went out earlier today, did a little shopping with Ruby. "Go-shee sto," she says. I was in the market for some air fresheners, as poor Jack and Sally are now inside-only cats and I think are punishing me with their poops. Saving them all for nighttime. So when we wake up in the morning, I have to spend about two hours (approximately) (approximately exaggerated) scooping and replacing litter and hating life in general. Because it is my job, because I am The Mama, because Ronnie only does it when I'm pregnant. Anyway I needed a new canister for our AirWick Freshmatic sprayer thing (no those jerkoffs are not paying me for this business). It's been awhile since I've needed one of those, and I was pleased to see new scents I had never seen/smelled before. Usually I would go with the Fresh Air scent but what the hell, right? I decided to embark upon a scentstravaganza with my smelling companion, Ruby. I smelled the Lavender & Chamomile, nice. I rejected the Apple & Spice or whatever. I liked the Cool Linen & White Lilac (it eventually came home with us) but oh what is this? Cherry Berry Blossom? Sounds right up my alley EW OH GOD NO.

I had a flashback. One second I was standing in the cleaning product aisle of Wal-Mart, the next second I was standing in the very first apartment I shared with Ronnie. Actually, I was kneeling. In the bathroom. I was pregnant and sick all damn day.

All it took was that one sniff and no thank you (yet), second baby.

I mean, sure, there is the chance that I will not be similarly sick with the second baby, whenever that happens, but yuck. Just thinking about the possibility of the sickness makes me nervous. And it's all AirWick's fault.