A dear blogger friend who has also become a real life friend is pregnant with her second child. We met in person when both of us were pregnant, me with my second and she with her first. I had only just found out I was pregnant but the husband had already declared the baby’s name to be Emily, in honour of Emily Eavis (strangely, we never thought of boys’ names). Then I met Clare and she told me they had just found out they were having a girl and that her name was Emily. So our Emily became Robin (with Emily being her second name).
As time went by, Clare and I discovered we had a lot in common, even though we now live in different countries and we only physically met that once. So when she recently announced her second pregnancy, the joy I felt was the same I would feel for a friend I’ve known since childhood. Her news also reawakened my desire for/wondering about a third baby. I winced while writing that last sentence…I mean, with all we’ve been through recently with both girls you’d think I’d have changed my mind, right? Right…maybe.
Why am I telling you all this? Well, yesterday, following a glorious afternoon which saw Robin happily running around singing and dancing to Sesame Street (with no shortness of breath!), I found myself Googling ‘having three kids’. That’s when I came across the hilarious columns written by Jennifer Eyre White. She has three children and her description of life with three kids has done little to discourage me from dreaming about a possible third.
So, where does that leave me? I don’t know but I’m pretty sure I’ll vacillate between “yes, why not?” and “no way!” for quite some time. In the meantime, I’ll continue living pregnancies and births through my friends and I’ll reread Jennifer’s columns until I know them off by heart.