We're on the fourth snow storm of this season. In South Jersey this is a record season. Considering last year we got less than one inch of snow, I'm in shock. However I feel more at home being from New England. I'm also lucky since my chivalrous husband refuses to let me shovel despite his crippling back condition. So now I'm stuck inside on my day off.
Let's just get this out of the way.
It's getting overwhelmingly annoying that everyone I run into is suggesting we have another child now that Talon is 18 months. No one can understand that one child is enough for us right now. Unless we surprisingly get pregnant, we're not trying. I'm still breast feeding and haven't even gotten my "friend" back yet. I think I'm going to breast feed forever. I wonder if the prolactin hormone causes me to think this way. We can't make up our minds if we want more children, but as of right now it's not a good time considering the situation we're in right now.
Don't get me wrong, sometimes I consider bearing another offspring. This especially happens when I run into a pregnant friend or relative or see another newborn. It's usually a warm yet fleeting feeling shot down once the baby cries or I hold it. I can hardly remember Talon as a newborn. He's becoming more and more independant. He's starting to tantrum. How could I have a tantruming toddler and a newborn at the same time? Then I think to my self, "You people with more than one child are crazy!!"
Perhaps there will never be a good time. I'm starting to feel fine with that because I want to be able to go on extravagant vacations with the family and be able to afford to splurge on things we might not be able to do with two children. Not to mention I'm still traumatized by the pregnancy and birthing process. Hours of therapy might help me to get over this, but I'm not sure. I can't relate to the many women I meet that love being pregnant and giving birth. It's incovienient, uncomfortable, debilitating, and gross. The only good outcome of the gorey experience is that your gifted with a child. We're pretty satisfied with the one we got.