"Man, when should I have our 4th baby? I'd like Johnny and little "it" to be close in age, like Jamison and Jace. Hmm."
"Well you're runnin' out of time on that one."
"I know I know. But holy crap, didn't I just do this? Wasn't I just pregnant? Didn't I just give birth? For crying out loud I still have a couple pounds to lose. Oh MAN. I don't want to be pregnant again and oh soo fat. Ew. I want to be able to pick up whatever I want. I wanna take ibuprofen when I have a headache. Eat soft cheese. I wanna wear my swimsuit and my normal clothes. I hate pregnancy pants! I hate them!"
"Um isn't your weight kind of a selfish/stupid thing to consider when family planning here? Duh."
"Well, yeah. Shut up. I don't like feeling depressed, either. And I DON'T want to be pregnant during the summer. That is soo miserable. Plus, Jeff said it'd be really cool if I wasn't pregnant the next time we moved so I could actually help and he didn't have to drag everything by himself. Hmm."
"Um, again: stupid."
"Shut up. But can I handle 4 kids in 5 years? I just don't know. Arg. I'm already mean mom too much as it is. I'd have to buy a van which I was plannin' on doing anyway, but when I moved home, not here. Who wants another car to move from one end of the country to the other?
"Oh is that a cookie? Yum. Where was I? Well, whatever."
So, it's just me who chats with themselves in their head, huh?