The other day Mr. Ashley was looking through photos of the boys from when they were babies. I was shocked when he said, "I'd like to have another baby."
"Yes," he said wistfully. "I know we couldn't now, but still..."
"Maybe what you really want is a hedge hog?"
"No, stick with me here. We've had 2 babies but we've had 0 hedge hogs. Hedge hogs are cute, they're nocturnal, probably poop everywhere. Just like babies. Better even because they stay small."
Mr. Ashley sighed.
"I agree, babies are cool. It would be neat to have another one," I conceded.
"It would be a boy."
"I know, I've resigned myself to that. Boys are cool though. Could we name him Atlas?"
"God, no. No way."
"I knew you'd say that, but Atlas would be a cool name. Cobalt too."
"Cash Alexander? Alexander Cash?"
"Uh. No and no. I really don't think so."
"We're already fighting about names. Let's just get a hedge hog and I'll name it."
So, I'm not so sure I see it happening any time soon, but maybe we're not done having kids yet. Just typing that made me think about being pregnant again and I suffered a shiver of revulsion at the thought, though. So maybe we are done. Who knows.
However, he HAS stopped saying that I will never, ever have a hedge hog. This is a major step. I'd say this means I'm pretty close to getting one.