Baby Fever

I don't want more.

I don't. Want. More.

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No really.

Anyhow, two of my good friends are pregnant and due within weeks of each other. Another friend is "trying". I honestly don't want any more children RIGHT NOW. There is a nagging feeling in the back of my mind that maybe in a few years I might want another, but certainly not now.

But I feel a little sad. When I had Spencer, none of my friends were pregnant. Most of my friends weren't even married. I have a couple friends now who have children his age, but generally I felt a little isolated and lonely during his first year. I missed my friends, missed going through all of those new things you learn about kids with people. I loved my kid, but the isolation was hard.

When I had Henry, then a couple of my friends were also pregnant. We now have a group where we try to meet up for a play date once a month, and it's so NICE to meet up with friends and have our same-age kids play together (now that they can appropriately steal each other's toys).

I think if I was to have another, it would probably be around the same time those friends are working on their next round of kids, so maybe there's hope. Or maybe by then I'll decide again that two is enough for me. The boys are great. So much fun, so active and interesting. This should be the time I'm enjoying. The time is NOW! haha