Hubby and I feel pretty certain that we would like to try to have another baby at some point. Who knows what will happen, but we'd at least like to try. I know that life may have other plans... and I have to accept that bringing home a sibling for Eliza may be a long road. BUT, let's just pretend for a moment that we're a couple who can "plan" like so many millions of couples out there (haha! The word "plan" used in this context makes me laugh).
So. The question is: when?
I think I should back up and say that things are so wonderful right now... our little family of three seems the perfect size. Eliza is all we ever hoped for, in so many ways she is all we need, and we don't feel that feeling of 'incompleteness' that I've heard other parents talk about after having their first child.
We feel very complete. Whole. A perfect little family.
And yet, we still know we want another baby someday. It's a dichotomy, for sure.
I don't know if this contentment is because of everything we went through to bring Eliza home, or... because we are just so very fulfilled by the present...? I don't know. But I can say for certain that I have everything I need and want right now, and yet I know that I want to do it all again someday - bring home another baby and make Eliza a big sister (she would be a great big sister!).
That's the question I don't have the answer to. The only answer I can give is: not right now.
Well that clears things up, doesn't it?
So, I'm curious about spacing (and at the same time I type this, I go back to my previous comment about how ridiculous a notion child spacing is to begin with...). Is there an ideal number of months/years? No. I mean, I don't think so. I know there is an ideal length of time between pregnancies for one's body, but I think I am nearing that time and this will no longer be a consideration soon.
I guess this post isn't really going anywhere except to ask you all, my wonderful, kind, and beautiful readers, for your thoughts - on any or all of what I have written. Am I crazy? Am I normal? When did you feel ready to add to your family and how did you know it was the right time? Did an unexpected "oops" leave you happier than you ever thought you'd be? (oh there are days when I wish this would happen to us... I dream of finding out I'm pregnant and already 8 or 9 weeks along with a strong little heartbeat already there!). Do you think there is an 'ideal' spacing between siblings?
(Let me be clear in saying that I realize that I am beyond lucky to be able to even write about this topic. I know so many women who don't have the luxury of thinking about this subject... I wish infertility would just go away and leave all my friends alone...)