K and I have been talking about how
We live in a great area for children, surrounded by at least 8 kid-friendly parks, green spaces, riverside esplanade, bike trails, etc. We love it here and can’t wait to have a baby and raise it in the city.
But it makes not having a baby difficult when you are TTC. This morning, just for shits and giggles because I think the progesterone is seriously spinning me a mindf*uck, I decided to count how many kids I passed on my morning walk to work.
67 Kids under the age of five. How depressing. I know I missed some because I passed three parks and it’s impossible to count all the kids.
By the time I give birth they’ll have raised our rent so high we won’t even be able to afford to live here. (There is no cap for apartments rented under market rate in NYC. Rent control ended in 1998 and now anything over $2,000 is fair game for rent hikes. We’ve experienced rent hikes as high as 22%. It’s insane. We know.)
To top it all off, my co-worker who is the same age as me, has a precious 14 month old and lives in the same apartments as I do under rent control (she grew up there).
So yeah, she has the baby and pays probably a ¼ of my rent.
Life is unfair sometimes, but at least I look 10 years younger than her. I know that sounds terribly vain and I really don’t care.
Did I mention I hate progesterone? I think K might have been secretly happy to get on the plane this morning and not have to deal with my moodiness again until Friday! Sorry baby, I know I’m a handful!