I'm seriously under pressure to have another baby. Not "youneedtohaveababyrightnowwhatareyouwaitingfor" pressure, but more of "its time" pressure. The pressure is not so much by family (thank goodness), but mostly by well-meaning friends and coworkers.
And Jackson.And I don't mind the pressure, but I'm so afraid to step off the ledge on this one because seriously, you know what you are about to get into again with a second baby.
And no kidding, but our three year old son is putting the pressure on more than anyone else. Jackson is obsessed with wanting a baby in the family, and if asked, he'll say that he wants a baby sister, but a baby brother would be okay too.
I'm glad we got that cleared up.I guess much of his baby fever is due to the fact that his
KK is pregnant, his Sunday School teacher Kara is pregnant, and our good friends,
Miranda and Britney just had babies. Just yesterday he told me that if we have a baby that he'll make sure to change the baby's diapers (except the
poopy ones) and will make the baby a bottle of milk when its hungry.
He's also promised to love the baby and take good care of it and to not
drop the elbow bomb on the baby until it's big.
Another thing I'm glad we got cleared up...And I'm sitting here thinking about a million things at once, as if I don't have enough on my plate already.
A little voice is telling me that it's time to start thinking about another baby since I've always wanted my children 4 years apart.
A little voice is telling me that, hello, I'm 29 years old and these things take time, which I'm short on since I wanted to be done having kids by the time I'm 30.
A little voice is wondering how Jackson would really handle a new addition to the family.
A little voice is wondering if I'm over
analyzing things as usual.
A little voice is asking me how will we afford another baby.
A little voice is asking me if I'm ready to start over.
A little voice is reminding me of how much I struggled to get pregnant.
A little voice is reminding me of that ever present ticking sound.
The morals of the story: Jackson needs to quit pressuring his Mama, and I have too many voices in my head.
Tick...Tick...Tick...