Next week I am going to be 31. I know it’s not THAT old, but I just look at that number and can’t really associate it with me. Can I really be 31?
Maybe it is because I am at that age where the clock is ticking, but I really want another baby. I have been broody ever since I had Jelly Baby and I keep trying to reason myself out of it. We need to buy a bigger house. I’d like Jelly to be at nursery school. I want to be a bit more comfortable financially. BUT, none of these are really helping me get over my desire for another child. It is a deep, yearning desire that goes against all reason.
Maybe it is because we lost Pea to a miscarriage in 2009. Life is that much more special. I feel very blessed to have my two girls. Motherhood is the best thing in the world and nothing compares to it. In fact there is nothing that I would rather do. We would manage, we would get by. Another little member of the family would be worth it surely?
At the start of the year…only 8 days ago…I reasoned with myself that I would try for another one next January, yet here I am 8 days later seriously considering just doing it now. If it is meant to be it is meant to be right? One thing I know for sure…nature’s drive for us to procreate is strong, in me at least!