When I tell people that I like (and plan) to have my babies in spring they think I’m a little crazy, but I really can’t think of better time of year to give birth! It’s the middle of the school year, you’re not heavily pregnant in the summer, you won’t give birth too close to Christmas, there isn’t much chance of adverse weather preventing you from going out, new life is everywhere and the promise of summer is just around the corner. Plus, Cadbury’s Creme Eggs are readily available! What’s not to love?
Before Jared and I decided to start a family we knew we weren’t going to take any chances. My ‘lady cycle’ has always been very regular and normal and I’ve never taken any form of hormones, so I was pretty sure I would get pregnant very quickly…which turned out to be correct, and I can’t express how incredibly fortunate I feel for that.
Although I would describe myself as an ‘organised mess’ type person, I’m definitely a planner and surprises of any kind make me feel on edge. I like to know what I’m doing and what I want from, and in my life is something I think about a lot. Jared and I have a very unromantic and practical approach to deciding when to have children. We discuss everything from age gaps, sleep, finances, how many children we would like and how we’re coping, to how old we will be when they’re teenagers.
Win was born in March and the main reason for me wanting a baby in spring (at that time) was so that if I was struggling or feeling overwhelmed, the beauty of spring would (hopefully) force me out of the house and make me feel more optimistic. I also thought that by the time summer came around I would feel confident enough to cope with day trips and comfortable with day to day life with a newborn.
Ru was born in January even though we were actually thinking more April – remember what I said about taking chances? Our third baby is due in March next year and I’m so pleased it will be spring again – buds everywhere, birds singing, temperatures climbing, a time of rebirth and rejuvenation…and me in a birth pool somewhere saying: “Help me” in the saddest most pathetic voice to Jared over and over again. Sorry for killing that image of spring for you.
Are you like me, or do you think I’m a little crazy?