I can hardly believe it myself, but I'm now 29 weeks and 2 days pregnant. I still remember the shock of realizing that once again, my husband I had gotten pregnant while actively trying to prevent conception. It seems surreal to me that there was a time when this baby seemed so, well, unplanned. The more I think about the baby obviously growing inside my big ole belly, the more I realize that God has a plan for my family. Perhaps it would've been easier to stay a threesome for another couple of years. But I've got to believe I'm fertile for a reason. There was a time I was led to believe I wasn't fertile, and after meeting many amazing women who've had to jump over ever-growing hurdles to get pregnant, I refuse not to feel blessed about this pregnancy. The truth is, there is no perfect timing for pregnancy.
There is no magic formula or minimum bank balance that ensures having another child will be easy and stress-free. One of my best friends is very financially secure, but she's still stressed out dealing with her kids right now. And on the other hand, my friend who lives off her husband's paltry (by New York City standards) public servant's salary is amazingly at peace with her new child, despite the financial drain. The stay-at-home moms can be just as (or more) harried than the work-outside-the-home moms. There is no easy path to peaceful parenting, and that makes me feel much better about the new baby.
So what if it's not an ideal time in our lives, with my husband about to start his life as a corporate attorney? We'll manage. We managed to get through law school while raising the Schmoop, and we'll manage again. It won't be easy, and probably we'll all grow a few more gray hairs, but this new baby will be a blessing. I just hope I can remember feeling this way 11 weeks from now!