I always thought I would want our little ones to be two years apart but that would mean being pregnant again RIGHT NOW!!! WHAT!!! I haven't even forgiven Scarlett for hormones she pushed through my body: swelling boobs, causing my hair to go straight, and giving me serious hip fat that I am stuck with for the rest. of. my. life.
Lately Chris and I have noticed the single child in Scarlett. Part of it is her age, but I know that the other part of her demanding personality comes from constant attention. She has the floor ALL OF THE TIME. With Chris and me, with her grandparents, with her Aunts and Uncles, and at church. We are so lucky to be surrounded by people that love and help raise our daughter...but I think it is time for Scarlett to brace the harsh reality that she isn't the only human being in the world. So for those who have incessantly asked since the beginning of Scarlett, Chris and I (emphasis on the "I") think we'll consider the idea of trying for another one soon :)
Now, with this being said and for the sake of full disclosure, I really did not enjoy being pregnant. I would not go so far as to say "hate", but on the verge of hate, toeing the line with hate. There is just something about heartburn, nausea, swollen feet, baby bottoms trying to push their way out through my ribs, peeing five times a night, and constant lack of comfort that just didn't sit well with me. And yet, I know that there are so many women dying for the chance to have their own children and here I am complaining. What is my problem? It is a miracle to be able to carry and grow another human being INSIDE OF YOU. A tiny, helpless, soulful creature who God chose for Chris and I to raise. What a blessing. So for nine months I will complain, I will eat for two, I will gain 30 pounds, I will waddle, I will smother on stretch cream like there is no tomorrow, I will beg for foot massages every night, I will pop tums like candy corn, just so I can hear that first cry from God's beautiful creation.
P.S. When I made this decision, I made it hoping that this year would go slower than the last 27...sadly it is already May and Chris constantly reminds me that time isn't slowing down...holy babies...here we go.
