Since I found out I was pregnant with Violet, I have wanted a second baby.
Part of my reasoning is selfish: I want to experience trying to conceive. I want to look at a pregnancy test with two pink lines and jump around elatedly, not say, “ohmygoodness, ohmygoodness, ohmygoodness,”; I want Jason to jump around with me. I want to tell people I am pregnant, and have them react joyously automatically-not wonder if they should give their condolences. (Though I fully admit to relishing telling people, “I’m knocked up,” and watching them squirm.)
I adore my daughter. After the immediate panic of being a college student in a “regrettable position” receded, I never once thought of my daughter as a burden. By the time I told Jason, I was in love with my unborn child. There is not a single regret about my Little Accident.
In fact, the other reason I want a second baby is for her. Jason grew up an only child, and so he fails to see the draw of siblings. However, most good memories I have involve one of my 2 sisters or my brother. Though there was fighting aplenty while we were young, there is hardly anyone I am closer to now than my sisters. There is a bond between 2 people who grow up together that is unmatched by any other.
That all being said, I recently thought I was With Child. I was nauseated, smell-sensitive, grumpy, sore, and fuzzy brained. I was happy, naturally; the surprising bit was that Jason was also excited. This is an excellent time for us to have another: Violet would be two when the new kid is born; my insurance is excellent at the moment, and I trust my doctors; and my maternity leave would coincide with the time we would like to move down to
Then I got my period yesterday.
We were sad, but something good has come of this. We are throwing ourselves into baby-making. We are taking vitamins, I am cutting out caffeine, and we are going to embark on a whole heck of a lot of marital relations (AKA: 20 Straight Days of Sex.).
So wish us luck, send us fertile thoughts, and I’ll keep ya updated.
*Amy of Amalah has been writing of her babymaking adventures, and Amanda of Kicky Boots just announced her pregnancy.
5 comments:
Squee!!!
Good luck! I'll keep my fingers crossed for you ;)
OoooH! 20 days of sex. Mmmm.
You are only supposed to have sex once a day though, something about optimal amounts of sperm. More than that and you actually lessen your chances of getting knocked up.
Congrats to you my dear. This was also my dream after I had Leila. I wanted to be able to try, and have the beautiful moment of telling my husband instead of the "Oh holy shit" "What the hell am I going to do?"
BTW, I got pregnant with Alexis 9 months after we started trying. I ended up having to use a fertility list thingy though, I found it funny that I got pg while on BC at 17, but couldnt concieve now that I was married.
Oh, good luck, sweet friend! I am sending all my good wishes your way!
I'm right there with you, and a few months in of trying. I'm thinking of you and can hardly wait to see the next adorable kiddo you two produce.
xoxo
(Also, I know what it's like to want to scream it from the rooftops and expect to hear only fabulous things from people and then hear, some not-so-fabulous things, I suppose. I hope no one's judgment or opinions or advice get you down. Do what's right for you. And ONLY what's right for you.)
Good luck and enjoy the fun...except the cutting caffeine part.
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