A baby? Maybe.
That is the question that seems to be on everyone’s minds these days. Now that we’ve had one, when’s the next one rollin’ out? Some seem to have forgotten how very sick I was my entire pregnancy – to the point I had to quit my job and ended up on bedrest for 5 weeks.
How I still haven’t lost all the baby weight.
How Bella barfed 120+ times a day all day for 6 full months.
How I didn’t sleep more than 2 hours at a time for 5 months after she was born.
How there were nights when I thought, “What have I done?” as she screamed for hours while we rocked/soothed/shhhed her till we both thought we would die from exhaustion.
Now Sam and I stumble on pictures and we coo and swoon over how tiny she was, how much we miss snuggling with her as she slept (and didn’t stick her finger up my nose/pull my hair/scream to hear her own voice). We come across tiny onesies that make us remember when she hardly fit into something that said “Newborn” on it.
Hiccups that shook her body, sneezes where she smacked herself in the head, pregnancy clothes that are in a box in my closet, pictures of me huge at 6 months that bring back memories of our amazement that there was an actual person inside of me.
But I am practical in many ways. I know that I will probably have to go back to work, and I can’t risk having hyperemesis gravidarum (definition: constant vomiting your entire pregnancy) again and not being able to provide a second income. My chances of having it are 30% greater because I had it the first time around.
Bella doesn’t need a mom who can’t move from the couch due to barfing or bedrest when she is just learning how to walk and be independent. The toddler stage is one of my favorites, and I’m looking forward to spending it with her. Interacting with her. Not tossing her toys from the bed or playing “horsie” with my leg for 3 hours because I can’t pick her up.
Not only that, the stress it would put on our marriage in the middle or just after a giant move and life change would be too much. As well as the stress on our finances. Babies aren’t cheap, and we’re just now finishing paying the hospital bills for Bella and I. Just in time for our insurance to cap and start all over again at a new deductible. ::throws fresh kitty poo at insurance companies::
I figure – next summer. We’ll see where we are then, and go from there. I could have a perfectly normal pregnancy, and not everything always goes the way we plan. But since we know this has a greater chance of happening, we have to err on the side of caution this next time.
Also, we aren’t ready for #2 because we’re enjoying #1 so very much, and adjusting to life with her before we throw another wrench in there. 🙂
How about you? What are your reasons for waiting or trying again soon? Or what were your reasons for those of you already there?