My hubby and I were watching the news over the weekend and a story came on about a woman who was born without a womb. She wanted to have a child so she had a womb transplant and was able to give birth to a baby boy. Isn’t science flipping amazing?!
Anyway, I got me thinking so I turned to my husband and said..
Me: Do you think I could sell my womb? I don’t need it anymore. I wonder what the going rate if for a womb?
Him: I don’t see why not. Its not like you’re going to use it again. And then maybe we can go to Aruba.
Me: Do you think if we were younger when we had our kids, we would have had more?
He looked at me with that face, like I had just told him there was a purple elephant in the backyard.
Him: Yeah right. Because three is such a great number. Someone is always left out. If you’re going have three, you might as well have four. Two is just fine.
Me: Yeah, and it goes against my rule: never let the children outnumber the parents.
Him: Exactly. Might as well get another husband and wife.
Me: So basically, you’re saying the best number for kids is two.
Then we both looked at each other and smirked, then said… “or none.”
Then we both started laughing hysterically.
We often joke about what we would do if we didn’t choose to have kids. Going out to dinner or the movies without having to coordinate babysitters; taking trips to exotic places where we can lounge around and people wait on us for a change; more disposable income; less clutter. But we both know that life would be extremely dull and uneventful without our two, off the wall, crazy, challenging, amazing kids.
Beside, imagine how unbelievably boring my Facebook statuses would be?
Oh, and if you know of anyone in the market for a slightly used, “vintage” womb, I know someone who might be selling….