Adeline is 10 months old today! That’s pretty awesome in it’s own right, so let’s take a moment to appreciate it. Awesome.
But it’s also leading me down a path that I’ve been treading a lot lately. It goes something like this: “If we want to have another kid, and if we want that kid to be about two years younger than Adeline, then we’d need to actually BE pregnant in five months.” FIVE MONTHS people. That’s really soon, in case you’re wondering. Now granted, we got pregnant with little Adeline about two months after I had my IUD taken out, so we move quickly (even though the OB assured me that most people take “at least 3-6 months after getting the IUD out”). But still, that would mean getting the IUD out in three months. That’s “I should probably make the appointment now” soon. Scary.
The fact that all of this is scary probably means we’re not ready for another one. And yet, I also have moments when it doesn’t seem scary. Moments when it seems like a really great idea. There’s the “let’s just get this all over with” argument, for starters. A woman I recently met at the midwife’s office was a proponent of this theory. She was in for her six week check-up with her brand new baby and also had her 18-month old along. Damn. I’d need to already be two months pregnant. No thank you. Anyways, this mom’s theory was, “If I start sleeping again, I’ll never go back. So I just needed to have the other one now. This will just be my dark period.” Uh huh. “Dark period.” That sounds pleasant. And do I really want to have a baby just to “get it over with”? No, no I don’t.
But there I was, in the midwife’s office, surrounded by pregnant ladies (because pregnant women are always “ladies”) and I had an almost overpowering desire to be pregnant. Is this just biology? Has my reproductive system taken over all rational thought? I mean, to be honest, I hated being pregnant. Hated it! I had morning sickness right up until the point when I had horrible heartburn. I ate pasta with butter sauce for nine months. Why do I want to go down this road again?
Still, though, I know I don’t want to wait too long. My sister is almost five years older than me and as the younger sister I always wished that she was closer to my age. She mostly just ignored me or used me for extra parts in her made-at-home movies. So maybe she didn’t mind so much. But I always looked at siblings that were closer in age and envied them. I’d love to give Adeline and Baby Leavitt the Second a chance for that kind of relationship.
Of course, David has a say in all this as well. After many, many sleepless months I’m not sure he’s itching to do it all over again. And he doesn’t have the crazy mom biology driving him on. So we’ll see.
So what are you other mamas thinking in terms of timing? How it’s going for mamas with two or more already? What was your experience with your siblings like? Please, internet, help me decide when to have another baby…