Discipline

Had lovely weekend with three of my oldest bestest school friends. The nearest, I suppose, to sisters that I have. Inevitably brought up lots of children stuff as two of them are mothers - but not in a horrible way. Felt couched in security so none of it hurt too much.
Tales from one friend about her cutest of cute little bubba did make me long again for my own though, of course. He is so cute and wonderful. And as she talked about the ups and downs of dealing with early parenthood and how her and her boyfriend reacted to things like discipline I couldn't help myself but be full of curiosity about how me and H would react to the same issues. Tried to stem the tide in my head of thinking about it but was too impossible. I simply couldn't stop the "I think he would leave the bad cop role to me". "I would want to make sure they weren't spoilt and would have to be firm but fair". "But how would we cope if he/she was crying really hard and we had to just let him/her cry."
We would just be such good parents, I know we would. H would thrive on it, perhaps be too indulgent, but be such a fun, caring, all-consuming dad. The bubba would be the centre of his world. And me. I really do think I would be good.
But coming home and I can't even encourage him into sex - so there is just no no no chance at all.