The Most Annoying Question...Ever

I find it so interesting that people I’ve known for 5 minutes have the nerve to ask some of the most obnoxious questions.  I took Maya to the park after school yesterday, and ran into this seemingly friendly lady who asked me about ten nosy questions in the span of 3 minutes. 

Random Park Lady (gesturing to Maya): “Is she your only child?”

Me: Yes, but she has so much energy that sometimes feel like I have 3 kids!”

Random Park Lady: “Are you going to have more kids?’

Me: “No, I can barely handle the one I have.”

Random Park Lady: “Oh, that’s too bad.  Your daughter will have a lonely life growing up.”

Me (inching away): “Well she has lots of cousins and friends.  I’m sure she’ll be fine.”

Random Park Lady (with a “knowing” smile): “It’s not the same thing as having a sibling.  Just wait, you’ll change your mind.”

I’m probably blowing things out of proportion and I know I have got to stop letting people bother me so much, but this topic really bothers me.  I mean, do I really need to explain to a complete stranger that:

  • I developed a life-threatening blood clot during my last trimester and was advised not to have any more kids? 
  • Does she need to know that if I am crazy enough to consider having more children I would have to inject blood thinner into my stomach again, 3 times a day for 9 months instead of just 3 months like I had to do with Maya?  
  • Does she really need to be so mean as to point out that Maya will have a lonely life as an only child? 
  • Does she not think that hasn’t occurred to me?  And finally, injections or not, I WILL NOT change my mind and decide to have more kids.  If I had a dollar for every person who has said that to me I swear I could buy myself my dream $5 million condo in NYC, and I’d probably have enough left over for the flat I’ve been eyeing in London.

I will say this though - if I could hire a live-in nanny to deal with the inevitable sleepless nights that another colicky child will bring, if I didn’t have watch myself gain and lose another 20 pounds, if I didn’t have to inject myself with Heparin 810 times (yes I actually calculated this number), and if someone could assure me that I wouldn’t have to sell my soul again to provide this child with a guaranteed coveted spot in daycare, I may just consider having another child.  

Mainly so I could take cute pictures of Maya, like this one:

Then again, borrowing a baby for another picture might just be the smarter, easier, cheaper option? 

Ameena Din

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