“When are you going to have another baby.” The number one question I’ve been asked all year long hands down. To me this question is equivalent to “Can I touch your belly?” You really want to scream “Mind your business and leave me alone”! But you don’t … you smile and politely conjure up some answer that will hopefully make them go away or change the subject.
Don’t get me wrong I want more kids, but really it’s not on my list of things to do within the next year. 3 years ago you couldn’t pay me a million dollars to believe my life would be what it is today, because I had a plan. Technically if God would have went by my guideline I’m not even supposed to be married yet or have a child, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.
My daughter just turned two in August, she isn’t 100% out of diapers yet, and sometimes I have to guess at what she really wants. As a mom, wife, daughter, student, sister I’m struggling to really figure out who I am beyond those titles. If none of those titles existed I would have a hard time figuring out who I am and adding another baby to the mix is probably not beneficial to my sanity. I don’t want to be that one crazy family member everyone knows they have!
I want to define myself and my happiness beyond everyone else’s expectations. Plus I’m testing this mommy thing out on my poor daughter. Maybe I can have it down pack by the time we decide to have baby number two because Lord knows I’m winging it!