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...
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