This is why I tend to keep things to myself...

Snide comment about how we really ought to consider adoption or something instead of having more children...

It's rude!

And it's the wrong thing to say to anyone who has graciously taken time out of their hectic day with a new baby to share their good news with you.

I know, I know, I shouldn't be surprised... I don't hear these very often because I generally don't put myself out there. I don't announce when I'm expecting... I don't want to hear your disapproval.

I hide my excitement, almost to the point of totally denying myself any joy in being blessed with another child... because I don't want to hear your disapproval.

I keep my pain and suffering... discomforts, inconveniences, and burden TO MYSELF.... so as to not give you any excuses to feel as I've in any way inconvenienced YOU... by daring to have yet another child.

I don't expect anything from you and receive none from you... and yet you still feel as if you have a place to judge. Go ahead, have you opinion. It's your right. But I don't want to hear it. It doesn't make my job any easier and I don't see how making me feel like crap can make your day any better.

And to be honest, the person who has said something, hasn't seen me nor my children in years. Hasn't even met half of my children... and need never do so either.

Seriously!

I just need to vent a little, as it's so hurtful and irritating... I don't know how my fellow friends who are so much more forthcoming with their growing-family-news deal with this without coming unglued. Shesh... I can't hide any further under than rock than I already do, and yet I still manage to offend by my shear existence. I doubt I could be more eco-mom than I am now... I knock myself out doing all the "right" things... cloth diaper, breastfeed, home everything! Go ahead, tell me how I'm stripping the planet of all it's natural resources because I'm over populating the earth. Give me a break! On my street, there are houses full of many things, but very few of them have so much as even one child living within.

Mama cloth...
wash clothes instead of baby wipes...
Composting...
We grow a lot of our own veggies in the summer...

And even if I stopped all those things tomorrow because mama is getting exhausted keeping up with the eco-freakish Jones... where do you get off judging me and putting all this pressure on any mother on this planet that she live up to YOUR expectations of what you think someone else ought to be doing?

Okay... stepping down and off my soap box... got that off my chest and I won't think about it anymore... deep breath, a prayer for their soul. I've already spent too much time on this already.