At least once a day someone asks me when I’m having another a baby. It’s terribly personal—kind of like having a total stranger put their hand on your belly when you’re pregnant. For me the question is intense and loaded with emotion—something I only discuss with my husband and close family.
I know it’s not this way for everyone. Some women I know have their future family planned out long before they meet their mate. Many women are happy to tell you that they will have four kids… all girls, and by george, it happens. Amazing!
Being a mom to Maggie, I feel like I’m climbing Everest. She’s three now, so I’ve just reached base camp. Whew. I’d kind of like to stick around for awhile and acclimate, maybe even enjoy. But no, my doctor says: “Your biological clock is ticking. What are your reproductive plans, o’ woman over 30?” “But Doctor,” I say, “I’m not sure where the childbearing adventure is taking me. Ease up, dude!”
Even in our overly planned out, technologically advanced world, there is still room for a bit of magic. Having a baby for the first time or the second or the third is a miracle. Let the decision to have a baby be one of logic with a little fancy sprinkled in. After all, you can’t race your biological clock and climb Everest if you’re stressed out.
© Kellie Martin, 2010