24 months ago today I got pregnant. Yes, we know the date, the time and the exact rock show we went to that made the baby making happen. When we got our first positive pregnancy test, I immediately took three more. I was sick as a dog, but despite all the signs of being pregnant, I was in disbelief. I was finally going to become a mom.
Here we are: 14.75 months old (or postpartum for me) and still no cycle. Some women might jump for joy, but I’m a bit sad. I wanted my children to be very close in age, and that isn’t happening. Even if we got pregnant today, our babies would be two years apart, and the timing couldn’t be worse. I have always promised myself to never have a baby in December or January if at all possible, and ideally a March-May baby would be ideal.
Another part about getting pregnant right now would mean finding a replacement (for myself) at MommyCon. I wouldn’t be able to travel for a while, and right now we have events booked through October 27th.
I guess that is our problem. Even if I could get pregnant, I shouldn’t. I don’t want to rob Atticus or the new baby of my love and attention, because I’ll be busy working and traveling. I need to figure out the best balance and what will be the right time to bring baby number two on board.
How did you decide that adding another baby was the best thing for your family?
About the authorXza
Xza Louise Higgins is the founder of MommyCon, creator of The Mommy Dialogues, and punk rock mom to two year old Atticus in the great city of Chicago, IL. She is incredibly passionate about birth options, human rights, and promoting gentle parenting practices.