Shortly after my second child was born, I knew I wanted another baby. I figured getting pregnant wouldn’t be any big deal. But it was.
I was breastfeeding, so I knew that would hold back my fertility for a while, but I’m not one of those women who has true amenorrhea. I get a few months, and then my fertility is right back at work. However, after a year of no new pregnancy, I decided (rather foolishly) to stop breastfeeding in the hopes that I would fall pregnant.
No such luck.
And then…my husband deployed.
There was no more pining away for a baby. That possibility was gone. I threw myself into mothering the two children I had. (By the way, this is also the time frame I began homeschooling our oldest, so I was very occupied with that new venture as well.)