When my daughter was 14 months old (the age my son is now) I became pregnant (with said son). I was excited about the pregnancy. I was ready for another baby. Part of that was probably because my daughter was such a little adult. She grew out of babyhood really fast. My son is still such a baby in a lot of respects. When I think about getting pregnant now I seriously start to hyperventilate. My son is SOOOO much work that having another child before he turned 2 would virtually be suicide. In fact the more of a "boy" he becomes the more I start to think that 2 kids might be my limit.
Then this week a good friend found out she was having a boy. It’s her first child and so I went out to buy her some baby clothes. As I was in the store going through all the cute little tiny baby outfits I started thinking, "Oh, I want another baby this small to hold and cuddle and smell."
So, I guess the best I can say is that I am undecided. What I’m absolutely sure of though is that if we do decide on baby number 3 it will not be anytime soon. I’d like to retain what little sanity I have left.
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I feel that way about baby number 2. we are just not sure. life with one is so easy right now
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