pregnant onions

WTF is a pregnant onion? I am driving into work this morning and pass a garden shop apparently selling pregnant onions...they had a big sign, that's all it said. At first I thought I had perhaps hallucinated since I hadn't yet had my coffee, but upon second glance I realized I had, in fact, read it correctly...big white sign, red letters, PREGNANT ONIONS! Apparently it's so exciting they even needed an exclamation point.

Now my first thought was "wonder if Angelina had those Pitt babies yet?" which then led to thoughts of making a little Pitt baby of my own and how much fun that would be, which then led me to thoughts of giving birth and well...let me put it this way: after 22 hours of pure-t-hell and then stitches in the she-she, even Mr. Brad Pitt couldn't get me to WANT to give birth again. I would have another kid in a heart beat if you could order them off the Internet...it just ain't that simple.

Now that the Pea is two I get asked daily when she will have a little brother or sister...some folks even go so far as to tell me I need to get started now, right now damnit, cuz I'm not gettin' any younger...What is that?! Why do people think they need to weigh in on the status of other peoples families? I was out to lunch with the girls on Monday and happened to sit across from one who only had one of her own...well he is grown now with kids of his own so she is SOL if she wants another NOW and I got a lecture...a pure-t lecture on how I needed to have another. I smiled and said "no I think she's gonna be my only" and started stuffing bread in my face fast as I could.

On one hand I want to give the Pea a baby sibling so bad I can't stand it...there is nothing like having a sistah (or brother), that one person who knows you better than anyone, who knows your crazy life and crazy parents and loves you anyway...who you can tell anything to...I simply cannot imagine my life without Smash...I would love to know that in 30 yrs the Pea could have that as well. I wanted another one immediately after the Pea was born it just didn't work out. On the other hand my gut is saying no, hell no, don't even think about it. Sounds harsh doesn't it? "No way, not me, don't want another"...makes me sound like a kid hating witch...thing is, I don't think my marriage could stay intact through another, and I don't want to end up like my mom; with two babies and no good options in a shitty marriage...there I said it...wow, didn't even realize that's where I was going with that. OK, so change of subject...

Wonder if they have pregnant potatoes and carrots too?