Yes, My Child is 3. No, I Am Not Pregnant.

I have hit a milestone as a toddler mom and not any of the ones that I thought I’d hit:

People have stopped asking, “When are you going to have another baby?” and are now tentatively whispering, “Are you going to have another baby?”

We got off pretty light in the first 18 months of Harrison’s life since I was so darn sick.  Nobody asked because they could see we (specifically me) were barely treading water with one. But once the fog lifted and they could see I was finally enjoying and thriving through motherhood, the question started coming in with a smile. When would we have another? We make such gosh-darn pretty babies and our first one is such a blast, that of course we’ll have another, right?

Right, we affirmed. We absolutely want more children.

Our plan was to have them roughly three years apart, just like we were to our siblings. Close enough to enjoy playing together. Close enough to only have double daycare and double college payments for a few years. But then job changes happened. I found myself at home with COBRA and right as we decided to go ahead and get pregnant…I got a job offer. I couldn’t turn it down and I am thrilled that I didn’t. But being a contract worker meant NO BABY MAKING and by the time they extended my contract for another six months, there wasn’t enough time left on my COBRA insurance to get pregnant.

My uterus has been put on hold.

But that doesn’t mean I do not absolutely swoon over new babies. It doesn’t mean that I don’t open the door to our spare bedroom and sigh wistfully every now and then, especially when my husband isn’t watching. And it kind of stings at Christmas parties when people do that whisper, “Are you going to have another?” which says, “Hey lady, it’s been three years. Get on it.”  Most of our friends did the 2-3 year difference, so it’s an understandable question.

So the answer is yes, eventually we will have another baby. God willing, that is. For now, this little dude has to be enough for my maternal instinct:

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Beth Anne writes words & takes pictures at Okay, BA! You can also find her on the Twitters & Facebook.

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