As I watch Boy grow so fast and gain confidence in my mothering, I can't help but want to do it all again. The problem with that is I know what to expect when expecting.
I am 36, so my clock is ticking loudly and my window for opportunity is closing. We have always wanted more than one child. Not only for ourselves but we understand the importance of siblings. My husband is one of seven and I am close with my sister. There is a certain closeness that you can only get with family. Boy is the only child on my side and the youngest by 9 years on my husbands so without even cousins close in age we really want to be able to give him a sibling.
I loved being pregnant the first time. We were very lucky that I got pregnant the first month we tried. I had been nervous at the start because you never know until you try if there will be any issues. I found the prospect of charting daunting and really didn't want to do it. I figured we would try the first month, and if we were unsuccessful I would start charting my basal temperature. Luckily I had a "by the book" 28 day cycle, so we were able to time everything perfectly and when I was two days late a test confirmed the greatest news ever. I then read every book, which prepared me for every possible side effect. I stocked up on ginger ale and crackers and waited for morning sickness, which never came. Besides being tired and getting a horrific cold the 2nd month, everything was great. There were bouts of heartburn, incessant kicking and horrific cankling it was noting like some of the stories I read. Even as my due date came and went, my induction failed and we relented to a c-section, I felt blessed by my whole experience. Even my recovery went well. Strangely, this worries me for the next time. Like I'm tempting fate.
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