I DON'T THINK SO

Cheeky T has made her way safely back to America and this weekend, she even made her way safely to Beaumont (safety in Beaumont is difficult to come by since people are always hitting your car or knifing you) for an old time reunion. Naturally, we made some time to do important things such as watching a documentary on the Discovery Health Channel about a woman who had gotten pregnant with six babies while on fertility drugs. She decided to keep all six fetuses and in the end, had four of them (two passed away in the womb).

Cheeky and I spent some time discussing whether or not we would choose to keep all six fetuses or whether or not we would terminate some of them so that the others would have a better chance. Naturally, being all high and mighty, I told Cheeky that if God gave me six babies in my womb, I would keep all of them.

Then I went to church where they gave me NINE two-year-olds ALL BY MYSELF. And it was at that point that I realized I COULD NEVER HAVE SIX BABIES ALL AT ONCE. I mean, FOR HEAVEN SAKE. I sweat straight through my shirt bounding from one baby to another, trying to keep general peace, picking up the ones that were crying, sticking my head out into the hall to see if by any chance, one of the screaming-baby's-mamas were in the hall (they were not).

And on top of all of that, it was the week for what they call, "Activity Songs". That meant doing "Ring Around the Rosies" 85 billion times while also trying to make sure that little Cerra didn't yank all of the other kids down and sit on top of them and Ethan didn't tie anyone up in the jump rope that all of the kids are supposed to hang on to when they go for a drink in the hall (he did manage to do this once when I was trying to take care of one of the screamers).

Seriously. I'm going to only have my babies ONE AT A TIME. Or, perhaps after a year in the church nursery, I will opt out of the child program altogether and just get dogs. Talk about good birth control.