I Have a Secret May 1, 2007

No, really. I have a secret.

I want another baby.

Why should that be a secret? Because after my pregnancy with Squeaks, I swore I would never do it again. After suffering through months of PPD, I vowed that one was enough. The Hubby agreed. We tell everyone that we’re done.

But then my uterus had to cast its vote:

Hey, Squeaks isn’t a baby anymore. Don’t you miss that baby phase? That baby smell? Do you remember the excitement of ultrasounds and feeling the baby move? Don’t you want to pick out more baby clothes and design a nursery? You have 2 empty bedrooms in the new house. The middle one is perfect for a nursery. Don’t you want to try for a boy? Or what about Squeaks having a little sister?…..

Then I start to listen to my uterus. I find myself getting sappy at little babies. I am jealous of my pregnant friends. I am planning out a nursery in one of the bedrooms.

The Hubby and I had agreed that if we did decide to have another one that we would wait about 4 years. That way we could have plenty of time to get ready for the next one, along with enjoying having Squeaks as an only child for awhile. But here I am with a 17-month-old, wanting to do it again.

I still don’t think I’m quite ready, but I won’t be waiting 4 years! We decided to possibly start trying next summer, but I think that The Hubby isn’t completely convinced he wants to deal with Pregnant Meg again.

So how many of you are stopping with one child? How many have more than one and how long did you wait in between?