A few weeks ago during an unseasonably warm December afternoon Andy and I took Miss. Isabella to the park to enjoy an hour or so of outdoor play. Usually she makes a friend and plays with him/her, while Andy and I hover on the sideline drinking lattes and taking turns making sure she doesn't eat dirt or try to slide down the pole. But no one was there, I guess they didn't get the memo that it was 60 degrees in December. Isabella is kind of going through an "I don't want to play by myself I want to harass my parents and make them do ridiculous things in public" phase, so I was on my 6th slide down the slide when I said jokingly, that we should rent out my niece Daniella so they could slide together and I wouldn't have to squeeze my big ass down a kid sized slide and he said, "Well why don't we start trying to have another baby?"
I almost lost my shit.
Now you all know that motherhood is not something that comes naturally to me. I'm selfish, impatient, and snippy. I have to really work at being a good mom and I think I'm doing a great job, but again, it's not something that just comes as second nature. But I got really excited about the thought of another baby. Another tiny little baby, a sibling for Isabella, another chance to start it off right. Sometimes it terrifies me the thought of another infant, but if I can just push through that, I'd love to see Isabella with a little brother or sister.
Now, it really is just a matter of timing. We're putting the house up on the market after the holidays. And I really don't want to be pregnant for my cousin Christie's wedding in March. So we could start trying during the Feb/March cycle. Or I could start in May after my 30th birthday, which I'm hoping to have a big bash *hint* *hint*, but honestly, now that the baby bug has been planted I don't know if I could wait that long. I know it doesn't just happen on the first cycle, but it very well could and I'd like to be prepared for it.
So it looks like another baby will be happening, hopefully sooner rather than later.