What’s the perfect gap between babies? I know, déjà vu, I’ve talked about this before. But it’s been on my mind today as I realised that if I got pregnant this month then there would be exactly two years between children. We’d previously thought that would be along the lines of the right gap size of gap to leave.
But now it’s actually here, guess what? It’s not a train I think we’re going to be in any rush to catch.
A big barrier at the moment is our house situation; we’ve still not really decided where we’re going to move to. But apart from that, I’m really enjoying being back at work, and being able to wear my normal clothes, and carving out some time to do things (like update my blog).
As lovely and joyful as tiny babies are, toddlerdom is just brilliant. Walking, talking – it seems like we’re only just getting to know Eliza. And although we’ve all been getting more sleep overall for a while, with teething, illnesses and coughs on repeat, I’m still pretty tired. I seriously can’t imagine myself doing all this while being pregnant too.
I loved being pregnant. I’m so excited about having a future another. Just…not yet.
I read somewhere that the gap you have between your siblings is the one you want to replicate with your own children. There’s three years between me and each of my brothers, so maybe there is some truth in that?