Back in September I wrote about negotiations discussions I was having with my wife. She wanted a third child and I was pretty sure I was done. I've got the two best kids in the world and I'm not feeling an urge to do it all again.
Today, with my mom by for some wine and holiday cheer, the topic came up again. It seems to pop up now and then, usually the day after my wife is around a friend's newborn. I had just had an amazing time on the ice with James and then me and the kids attempted to build a ginger bread house (more on that later), so I was feeling a fatherly buzz. During this conversation, my wife and I arrived at a compromise.
She has my explicit permission to stop taking the pill. I don't even want to know if she's taking it or not, I'm cool either way. If she stops taking it, she gets six months without it. If I slip one by the goalie during this period, I'll be very happy. If I don't, I'll be very happy. It's a can't lose scenario.
This agreement came with one caveat. I don't want to hear any more about a third baby unless she's showing me a positive pregnancy test at some point. Now back to my Leafs game. We're up 1-0 in the first.
