Warning: This is not an announcement, because there is nothing to announce. I am only noting an observation.
Phew! Now we have the disclaimer out of the way clearing up a topic I haven't even mentioned yet . . .
I know why people do it. You know, get pregnant while their baby is still,-- well, a baby.
Don't judge (never mind that what I'm about to explain is me judging others . . .), but I used to be pretty opinionated about motherhood, and when to have children, how many you should have and how far apart they should be spaced.
I'm not going to mince words here, I used to think that mothers who had children 18 months in age or closer were whacked out of their minds. Whether those childbirths were accidental or intentional, no one, and I mean no one, in their right mind would want children so close in age. I don't care how sleep deprived you are, logical people just don't think like that.
Then, I became a mother.
After several blissful months of caring for and loving the most easy-going baby sent to earth, I was hooked. I need another one. Right. A. Way.
I was addicted to my baby.
I needed another fix.
It was bitter sweet to see her grow and develop so quickly.
Why can't they be frozen in their cute little bodies?
Worried that the second time around getting pregnant would take another nine years (yes, it took almost nine years for us to get our first), we decided on baby number two much sooner than we would have had we known my body would get pregnant easily.
Both shocked and excited with pregnancy number two, we were well on our way to becoming the ideal American family of four.
Four is good. It's an even number. All basic dinner tables have seating for four. The average American home has three bedrooms, (ideal for a couple and two children). If you ever win a trip somewhere, almost always, the prize is for a family of four.
So why would I consider making our family an odd number?
Maybe it's because my eight month old baby always smells like bubble gum. Maybe it's because his cheeks are so soft and kissable. It could be because he just sprouted his first tooth after waking up so happy with adorable bed head.
I'm not sure, but something is pulling at me saying, "You need another one. He is developing so fast (my son is only eight months old . . .), YOU NEED ANOTHER FIX."
So I get it now. It's like you don't have a choice. You just start listening to the voices in your heart and go for it.
Like I said before, this is not an announcement in any way, shape, or form (don't even read through the lines). All I'm saying, is that my new-open-minded-non-judgmental-self GETS IT.
You want to have seven children all spaced 11 months apart?
I won't judge.