A friend of mine recently asked me when Andy and I planned on having another baby. Once I quit choking on my hummus I really started to think about it. Do I even want another baby? I had always assumed that I would want to have a decent sized family, two or three kids. However, after experiencing motherhood first hand and remembering how difficult those first few months were, I'm not sure I want to go through that again.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
It's difficult to imagine having Isabella out of diapers, sleeping in a bed, able to walk and talk and then starting all over again. It also feels like our little family is so complete. Plus, Isabella is such a demanding little thing, my little dictator, do I really need another boss? Additionally, I didn't love being pregnant. Some women do. I didn't.
On the other hand I don't want Isabella to be lonely. I grew up so close to my sister. We're still best friends. Although, my brother and I barely speak. But I don't want to have another child solely as a playmate for Isabella. I hate when people use this argument. Having a baby should not be because you want to give a present to your child.
I mentioned my thinking to Andy and he laughed. He told me that infancy was still to fresh in my mind to make a rational decision and that we didn't have to decide right now. Even if I do decide to have another, it won't be for years. I need to forget the sleepless nights and projectile vomiting and I need to save a bit more money as these little buggers are quite expensive.
Posted by Melissa G. at 5:34 AM