First I told him that I was too tired to even think about it, that I wouldn’t even consider it until Kendall was sleeping through the night. Then he did.
Then I said I wanted my breasts back to myself for a little bit. I didn’t want to share them with any babies, and I didn’t want them blowing up again for a while. They’ve been all mine for over three months.
Then I said that I wanted to train for and run another marathon first. The race is November 15th.
I also told Scott that I absolutely could not consider getting pregnant again with the closest Chick-fil-A being so far away. “You know I NEED Chick-fil-A to grow a baby!” I just drove past an almost finished building less than 5 miles from our house with a “Coming Soon” sign posted next to Chick-fil-A sign.
Kendall is 3 days shy of 17 months old.