December 20th, 2010
|03:38 pm - Monday|
This morning Rowan and I went to Ray's Splash Planet. It wasn't worth full price--the new moms' group had it on the calendar as a parent-tot day, but it wasn't--but I had already promised Rowan that we were going swimming, so we stayed. Unfortunately, it wasn't quite as warm as it could have been, and by the time Rowan stopped being overwhelmed by the noise, she was shivering violently. We'll try it again when it's cheaper, and maybe we can get our whole playgroup to go sometime.
Speaking of playgroup. There are four of us, C. and her son, D. and her son, H. and his son, and Rowan and me. H.'s wife is pregnant, due in March. Just found out last week that D. is pregnant, due in June, and C. is pregnant, due in August. I'm not ready for a second child; and I'm still under thirty and don't feel as if I've got to hurry up and have my kids before it's too late; but I do feel a bit left out now! Including these three, I have ten friends and acquaintances who are pregnant right now, seven with their second child. Perhaps I'll feel more like joining them when Rowan nurses less and sleeps more?
After lunch, Rowan took an hour to fall asleep in her crib, but she is asleep now, thank goodness. I've got the grocery list(s) written for the rest of the food we need for this week and for Christmas. After she wakes up, I think we'll go to Trader Joe's. I'm hoping I can get some things there for cheaper than Earth Fare.
Bear drove down to SC this morning, thinking he'd be down there all week, but hoping to get Thursday off (that's when his parents arrive). But, no. He's driving home tonight so he can go to training at the Charlotte office tomorrow and Wednesday, and then he's driving back down to Columbia Wednesday afternoon and working through Thursday. Sigh.
But that's okay, because he has the whole week between Christmas and New Year's off.
But then he won't be home the first two weeks in January at all, because they're going to a 14 hours on/10 hours off/7 days a week schedule for those two weeks.
But he'll get overtime, so that will be nice.
Back and forth and back and forth.
Plan for Christmas dinner:
*Alton Brown's City Ham.
*Cranberry relish--a can of the jellied kind for my FIL and also my family's traditional recipe.
*Mashed potatoes from The Pioneer Woman Cooks.
*Gravy. Probably this one.
*Green bean casserole.
*Sweet potato pie.
So that's the plan!
Many of my playgroup friends with 2009 babies are TTC at the moment. I am a bit in awe of them, as I am in no way ready for a second child. I am overwhelmed with the one I have. Maybe this sounds bad, but many of them give me the impression that they think having only one child is wrong in some way, and that having too large of an age gap is wrong.
I think in the case of the women in our playgroup, they are concerned because they are over 30 (one woman is 38) and they worry they will run out of time to have children if they don't space them closely.
I'm thinking a 3+ year age gap sounds good. I'd love Rowan to be weaned and potty-trained before we have another.
Take your sweet time having bambolinos. I had three in five years and was so overwhelmed, sometimes I melted into tears for nothing more than not being able to make a soup for dinner.
Much better to have your sanity than your brood completed super-fast. ;-)
Thank you! My mom had all three of us in four years, and that is what I am hoping and planning to avoid. I'm thinking a 3+ year age gap sounds good. I'd love Rowan to be weaned and potty-trained before we have another.
|Date:||December 21st, 2010 12:39 am (UTC)|| |
I have lots of friends pregnant with another/already had another too. Their other child is usually younger than mine even.
I don't think we are having another so I always have this brief moment of betrayal. Like I lost a possible Only Child Comrade.
Including these three, I have ten friends and acquaintances who are pregnant right now, seven with their second child.
wow. i can definitely see why you might be feeling left out! dont worry, i still only have one. ;)
I can't even imagine, the thought of having another inhabitant in my uterus makes my ovaries ache, and not in that pleasant baby-wanting way.