Haha, we got a book from the library last week called Chicken Butt. Ingrid thinks it's funny to say "You know what? heehee, chickbutt!" I love toddlers' senses of humor.
But no, seriously, the guess what is for this--we're ready to try for #2!! This weekend, the weekend of crabiness and yelling, we actually had a conversation about babies. Brendan always thinks we should wait. With Ingrid he wanted to wait until he was done with school, which I am so glad I would not agree to, seeing as Ingrid was almost one by the time he was actually done. This time he wanted to wait until he got a job. I said cool, it'll be this spring. Then he decided to stay at his job another year, so I figured we could start now. He kept saying later, later, in the fall. Why? Who knows.
And I am always the one that says no, let's just go for it now. Especially after having Ingrid at the time we did. We thought Brendan would have one year of grad school left, and that it would take six months or so for me to get pregnant. I have PCOS so I thought it would take forever. With that thinking, we started trying the summer before Brendan's last year of school. I got pregnant on the first try, and he had to stay in school an extra semester. We lived with his parents and it was crazy, but you know what? I wouldn't change it. We had a great support system for the first few months, it made us really ready to move on from Milwaukee and try something new, and I honestly don't know how it would've been to be in our own place with a newborn. It was nice to have his parents pop in upstairs every once in awhile.
So now, of course I was thinking the day he figured he'd stay another year that we could start trying for baby #2. You know, I'll get pregnant this spring, have a baby in late winter, and then we can move with a 2 1/2 year old and a newborn next spring. Instead of having a 2 1/2 year old and being insanely hugely pregnant...And saying that made Brendan realize, once again, that I'm right :) So we're trying. Hooray!
It's funny how much Ingrid picks up on things. Every time we see a baby I say oh, don't you want a baby? You could be a big sister! You could be my helper and sing to the baby! So after her nap today she says "Mama, I need to be a big sister. I need to sing Rockabye Baby to the baby." Ha! I'm totally brainwashing my child into thinking she needs a sibling. Hopefully she'll still feel that way if we get one!