I don't know if other moms were faced with this same issue. For some reason, now that Emily is approaching a year old, people are asking me quite frequently whether I am going to try for "number 2" anytime soon. The whole question strikes me as odd.
Besides the obvious, "why would you ask someone that?" thought that runs through my head, I am often given bizarre looks when I hesitate to answer. To be honest the thought of a second baby hasn't even really crossed my mind. Emily requires a lot of energy and time. I can't imagine the fatigue of pregnancy combined with raising a baby, working full time, fitting in prenatal appointments, and hauling back out my maternity clothes. I'm celebrating fitting into all my pre-pregnancy clothes and feeling confident in a bikini again. Thinking about gaining 50 pounds all over again makes me cringe.
Clearly, at least at this juncture, I am not in a place where a second baby is a desire of mine
My answer is always the same...
"Maybe in a few years, like when Emily is in school"
And the replies are always the same...
"Maybe? You mean you might only have one?!"
"Oh, they won't be friends then, because the age difference is too great!"
"You'll just get rid of diapers and have to bring them back out."
"Just when Emily gets old enough to do fun things you'll have another baby to tote around"
Its as if everyone is persuading me to procreate, something I am definitely not ready for. While I politely listen to their thoughts I really don't give any of their reasons a second thought. Right now having one baby suits me just fine. Call me selfish if you will, but I find with one baby I can still do all the things that I like to do, from hiking to taking photos, and take Emily with me. Trying to picture doing everything with two Emilys just isn't possible. I cherish the little balance of motherhood and adulthood I've cultivated.
And besides... is it just me or is that an odd question to ask? One would think that in 2012 women are well beyond the "baby factory" days where it used to be expected that one child followed the other. I don't have a field to tend or cows to milk so I don't need a gaggle of babies to help put food on the table. These are different times, but I guess the stereotype still exists.
Or maybe I just come in contact and hang around with old fashioned people.