Seven months after the first birth, Carrie and her husband try to agree on planning the next.
Fortunately for us, the stork made a rather unexpected delivery fairly soon after we got married. Thanks to that, we managed to avoid that whole, ‘So when are you going to pop one out?’ lark. (Instead we got the, ‘No flies on you, wink wink!’ lark).
But now, even though our young Joseph is a mere 7 months old, we are already getting the, ‘So when are you going to pop another one out?’ lark. Unbelieveable! No rest for the wicked.
So it got me thinking, when are we going to pop another one out? We would like a few more kids; that much has been decided, but the actual timing is still very much undecided. I asked my husband what he thought the perfect age gap would be, ‘Oh, I don’t know, about two years?’ He looks warily at my horrified expression, ‘Wrong answer?’ he asks meekly.
‘Yes, wrong answer! You do realise that a two year gap means I would have to be pregnant again in eight months time!’
‘But we always kind of said two years?’ in his defence, we did.
‘But we also always kind of thought we’d have a first baby who needed more than four hours sleep a night!’ in my defence, we did.
‘Ok, so what were you thinking?’
‘Oh I don’t know, but a 10 year gap has a nice ring to it.’
He thinks I’m joking. Maybe I am. But I’m also a teeny bit serious. The truth is that even if Joseph starts sleeping for 12 hours on a trot every night, I figure it will still take me at least a decade to recover from the last 7 months of sleep deprivation.
I don’t think there actually is such a thing as the perfect age gap. Every parent and every child is unique, so it would make sense that every age gap would work out differently in every family.
So having said that, I understand the logic of getting all the baby years out of the way pronto; Kudos to those who choose to pop them out machine gun style. But as for me, I’m going to hold out as long as I can.
Is machine gun style the way to go, or is a bigger gap better?