So Mini B has reached the grand old age of two (and is in one piece so all's well with the world) and of course thoughts have turned to the inevitable…when are we going to have another one?
Note the use of the word "when" because of course it's a given isn't it, you breed one, you want to multiply.. Right?..
Or perhaps not..
I'm one of two but here's the sticking point in the Beee household - Mr B is an only child. Sadly, for my cause, not one of those stereotypical bloody annoying ones who is so used to getting his own way that he cries if he can't have the last chocolate digestive or on the flip side, the poor kid dressing up his teddies and setting a place for them at the table well into his teens as a replacement sibling for the gaping lonely hole in this childhood. No no, Mr B apparently had no inkling whatsoever to share/fight/bicker with an obligatory genetic housemate - nope, life was apparently pretty darn amazing being an only one.
And so starts my defence case to try for another and I begin to wonder how it happens in other people's lives?
Because let's face it, one child is amazing, beautiful, rewarding, thrilling, eye-wateringly fanbloodytastic. It's also knackering, passion-killing, nerve-testing, bank-busting, guilt-tripping and downright fecking impossible too.
I'd love to know how anyone ever truly thinks "hell yeah" when considering adding to their brood - Mr B insists it's double the workload, double the cost, double the eye bags, double the stress..and I'm struggling to counter any of these statements without meekly whispering, "yes, but it'd be so NICE to have another one".
Because I love babies, because I picture Mini B playing with a brother or sister, because it's one more child to fund our retirement home and take us to the loo when we're dolally.
You can't always count your chickens that nature will be on your side when it comes to making mini versions of yourselves - we're incredibly lucky to have one carbon copy of us (or me, as complete strangers frequently tell me, poor little sod).
All I know is I'd like another one, there's no common sense, intelligent thinking or practicality involved. It's just like the Magnum I just scoffed - I didn't need it but it was a good idea all the same.
What do you lovely lot think?.....