Sometimes I feel like we are done having kids. It's as if we already raised our kids and now it's back to just the two of us doing our own thing because our kids have moved out of the house. Weird. Or, maybe I don't want to think about having kids right now because I'm finally enjoying my life just a little.
Well I can't do anything anyway until I have a followup appointment with my Pulmonologist about my Valley Fever blood test. Weird again. He wanted me to wait to get pregnant until he knew that my Valley Fever status hadn't changed in 3 months. (Man, I sure am personal on this blog.)
I'm still not even sure about the whole kid thing. (I can think of a million excuses as to why I would be a bad candidate to bearing and raising children, by the way.) Why is it when you want kids you can't have them? And when you don't want kids it's as if you know you should have them?