Okay so about the whole second baby thing. We’re kind of nowhere near ready. Then again, we weren’t even close to being even a tiny bit next to nowhere near ready with Archer so maybe that doesn’t matter so much.
That being said, we’ve decided after months and a cazillion hours of contemplation that next summer seems like a good time to remove the contraceptive and Whoop! There it is! … Or if you will/ in the words of today’s TTC** couples: we’re going to “try”…
Archer turns three next May, so if all goes as “planned” Archer and #2 will be four years apart, which seems like a really big gap to me but there’s no way in H-E-Double Hockey Sticks we can get me pregs any sooner. I would be a walking disaster-zone with all that’s going on. Shit, I’m a walking disaster-zone, anyway.
(Archer as an only child.)
I’ve been weighing the pros and cons against my own childhood: my brother, David and I are 2.5 years apart and it was awesome for us as kids. We were BFF for years and even though we had a love-slump in High School we’re OMG totally BFF! again, now that we’re adult-ish people. My sister, Rachel and I have seven years between us which is a lot. And it kind of sucks because I never really got to know her like I wish I did. I moved out when she was eleven. There was very little borrowing of clothes or bonding over boys. And that would have been nice. To have that. I want Archer to have that. I want him to have a built-in BFF or at the very least, someone to bounce ideas off. Someone to talk shit about Hal and I with when we’re acting lame and annoying and “Gosh! Our parents are such tools!”
That’s important. To have that.
(Archer with “Emily,” a doll we picked up at Rite Aid so we could sample life as a family of four. We’re weird.)
Of course, I’m totally torn between wanting Archer to have a sibling close-ish in age and being waaaaay overwhelmed by the thought of having another kid. Twenty-seven with two kids seems insane to me. And then there’s the whole possibility of having twins, which run like water in my family. Triplets, too. Oy to the Vey. We’d likely have to move, pretty soon-after which means automatic $1,000 more in rent. At least. And I’d need to hire part-time help, most likely. And, yeah…
Honestly? I have no idea how people plan kids. This shit is hard and totally confusing.
But then Archer does something like offer his rice cakes to his friend, or light up when he meets a new child and I think to myself, “fuck it, let’s just do this. Let’s knock me up and give Archer a homie to roll with…”
(Archer sweetly observes Kennedy, whose mom is like a sister to me, which would almost make them cousins if we didn’t live eight hours away… Poop.)
So we will. We are. Going to get pregnant. Soon. Summer, 2008:
Coming to a theatre near you. Or something. Ish. Yeah. Holy balls. That’s, like, tomorrow.
Any words of
warning encouragement from those versed in the two-baby thang would be much appreciated, i.e. how did you decide it was time to “go again”? What do you think is the ideal age difference? I’m all fears ears.
**Trying to conceive