I’ve always thought of having more children, but then I get selfish and decide that I really don’t want to bring back night feedings, diaper duty, and more sibling rivalry. I am only tempted every now and then, like when I see my friends having their children or people like Janise Wulf having children at 62. The other side that I grapple with is the age gap between children. I can not fathom having children who are 10 or years apart from each other. I am 10 years older than my sister and 12 years older than my youngest sister. That’s just an amazing amount of space. We have different mothers and have led very seperate lives. I don’t know them but I can’t get to know them because they are now young teenagers and have enough to worry about. I have no desire to add to those worries with being a sister they may not even know they have.
And that’s what worries me about having more children now. Sam is almost 11. Zack is just barely 7. If I were to get pregnant tomorrow, Zack would be around 8 when the baby was born. That’s just too much of a gap for me to overcome. I thought four years was perfect between children. I don’t know. Maybe I’m just over thinking this whole thing.