For the last couple of months (since Christmas 2013, to be exact) – there has been talk about Baby 2 in our house. Crazy.
When our son was born, we were so wrapped up in his perfection and our little bliss bubble that the thought of Baby 2 never even crossed our mind. The rare times that the fleeting idea of having more children came into the picture, we always dismissed it as something that would come “later.” But here is the truth: later is now.
I always knew that I wanted to have my children (yes I have always wanted more than 1) close in age. I grew up with a BIG gap between my siblings and I. My oldest sibling is 9years older, and to me it was like an eternity. We never really had anything in common, and it’s only now that we are both older that we can actually enjoy each other’s company and bond. Growing up, he was just “my older brother” and I was just his “annoying barbie-playing younger sister.” Not very fun. My 2nd brother however, is 7 years older than me. They are only 2 years apart, and I was so envious of their relationship. Yes, I know that being boys also made it easier, but the age though. I wanted that.
Growing up, I resolved to make sure that my kids were close in age. I want them to have someone to play, fight, and grow-up with. I want them to know that no matter what, there will always be a companion for them. I want them to have each other’s back. I know that it might not happen exactly that way, but in my mind it turns out great – so I’ll go with that.
So here we are, 7 months after Son was born – and working on Baby 2. I know it may sounds early to some people, and trust me I am a bit nervous. But, baby takes 9 months to cook, so by the time he/she comes around SonBoy will be older… and the thing is: why not? Why not now? Why not now, while I still remember what it’s like to survive on 3hours of sleep at night? It will most likely be madness but I am a bit nuts and very determined. 😉