The question...

We're at a point in our lives (child is more than a year old, just moved into a larger house, already have the station wagon) when people start asking the question (you know, the question): when are you gonna have another one?

It is a very good question.

If we wanted our next child (and we do want another child, eventually) to be two years younger than Littlebat, which is a popular number in terms of child spacing, we would be already be trying to conceive. If I was gearing up to be pregnant I'd be taking my prenatal vitamins, upping my calcium itake, and eating breakfast regularly. I'd also be charting my cycles* to try and figure out the optimal day and time to try for a girl (there actually are ways to do that, or at least to increase your chances), because in a perfect world, we would have at least one of each, a boy and a girl.

But none of those things are happening. Wanna know why?

As much as I know that I do want another child someday, I also know that I'm not ready to embark on that journey just yet. Being pregnant is a huge deal. Having another baby is a huge deal. Papa has been ready since Luc was about three weeks old (no, really). But I just don't feel the need to rush it.

A month ago, I was absolutely terrified of the thought of having another one. Recently though, I've been entertaining the idea. Of thinking about. Possibly. Being ready to start. Planning for it. At some point in the future!

Could be that I just threw a baby shower for a friend who is due in less than a month, or that I've been constantly and excitedly thinking about other friends who are expecting in late January... But whatever the reason, it's progress!

So there's your answer. Feel free to ask again in another few months.

*Actually I'd be charting something else, because my cycle still hasn't returned.