Ah…the biological clock. I always was one of those women that claimed to have never felt the biological clock tick. And, to be honest, I really didn’t. There may have been a small faint ticking sound towards the end there but it was never a full alarm that went off in my head like so many others experience. I knew that as I got older the potential risks of pregnancy increased but knew I had a few good years in me until I hit that “risky” old age of 35.
One of the things I said to my husband while I was pregnant was that we were going to have to have another baby. It is funny to think that one pregnancy automatically equals two children in the future but being one of three children, I wouldn’t want it any other way. I turned 34 three short months after Stella was born and as you all know, “When’s baby number two coming?” has been the new topic of interest. I originally thought I wanted my children close together because I felt like I needed to take this age thing into consideration. And now my clock is ticking. It is not a full alarm but it is an annoying hum that is slowly getting louder. It reminds me of Tick-Tock the Croc in Peter Pan, you know, it gets louder as it gets closer. That’s what my clock is doing to me. However, now that I have a VERY ACTIVE eight month old running around, I wonder how women have children within a year or two of one another!
So here is my dilemma…when is it a good time? I have heard from mommy friends who have children less than two years apart and they say it’s the best. I have others who have children three or four years apart and they say it’s the best. I loved being pregnant with Stella and I want my next pregnancy to go just as smoothly. Although, now that my favorite pairs of jeans are all welcoming me back with open arms, I selfishly am not quite ready to give them up again. What to do, what to do...I wonder if it will ever be a good time. Stella and the dog are already a handful. Maybe I should take that as a hint.