Ugh, I am having such a hard time with this. My birthday just hit me so hard, with the thought that if I do want another, I don't have long to decide, since I'm 36 already and my kids are 7 and 4. I've been thinking, wondering, wavering. My husband feels more done than I do, and worries about the impact on our finances and family dynamic. Our family feels complete to him.
Many days, I'm inclined to agree with him. I'm far from the perfect parent, and I get frustrated and impatient with my kids sometimes when they don't get ready in the morning or create a tidal wave in the bathtub. Sometimes when they're fighting i think there is no way I could handle any more. And I wonder how we'd do if the children outnumbered the adults in our home.
But, the hormones sing another story. I think about how we're all done with babies and toddlers. I wonder what it would be like if we had a boy this time. I think about having a birth that goes well and hiring a doula so I can do it without medication. I think about holding and nursing and diapering a little one again, and how funny and silly and endearing (as well as frustrating) toddlers can be.
My BFF and I jokingly made a "pact" about 6 weeks ago that if we decided to, we'd both get pregnant so at least we could support each other. She has 2 already too.
A woman in my knitting group just had a beautiful home waterbirth. Another, 20 weeks along, just has her ultrasound and announced the gender. Two women at my kids' dance class are pregnant, one largely, the other just found out. The assistant teacher at my daughter's preschool is starting to show. They are all around me.
I've been dealing. I've thought about it more than normal, but dealing.
Then, yeah, I got the big news. My BFF called me and guess what? So that was a few weeks ago. I figured out that when we made our little "pact" she was already pregnant. Of course, she didn't know it yet, since she was only about 5 days past conception.
I'm glad for her, of course, but I can't believe the insane amount of jealousy I'm having. I've been thinking about it all. the. d**n. time. I'm having weird dreams and a hard time sleeping. And I'm sad, really sad.
This sucks. I hate this economy, I hate that normal cars can't fit 3 carseats, and most of all I hate my stupid hormones.
Many days, I'm inclined to agree with him. I'm far from the perfect parent, and I get frustrated and impatient with my kids sometimes when they don't get ready in the morning or create a tidal wave in the bathtub. Sometimes when they're fighting i think there is no way I could handle any more. And I wonder how we'd do if the children outnumbered the adults in our home.
But, the hormones sing another story. I think about how we're all done with babies and toddlers. I wonder what it would be like if we had a boy this time. I think about having a birth that goes well and hiring a doula so I can do it without medication. I think about holding and nursing and diapering a little one again, and how funny and silly and endearing (as well as frustrating) toddlers can be.
My BFF and I jokingly made a "pact" about 6 weeks ago that if we decided to, we'd both get pregnant so at least we could support each other. She has 2 already too.
A woman in my knitting group just had a beautiful home waterbirth. Another, 20 weeks along, just has her ultrasound and announced the gender. Two women at my kids' dance class are pregnant, one largely, the other just found out. The assistant teacher at my daughter's preschool is starting to show. They are all around me.
I've been dealing. I've thought about it more than normal, but dealing.
Then, yeah, I got the big news. My BFF called me and guess what? So that was a few weeks ago. I figured out that when we made our little "pact" she was already pregnant. Of course, she didn't know it yet, since she was only about 5 days past conception.
I'm glad for her, of course, but I can't believe the insane amount of jealousy I'm having. I've been thinking about it all. the. d**n. time. I'm having weird dreams and a hard time sleeping. And I'm sad, really sad.
This sucks. I hate this economy, I hate that normal cars can't fit 3 carseats, and most of all I hate my stupid hormones.