Little did I know that not being able to get pregnant for so long would actually be a blessing. It took probably 2 1/2 years to get pregnant with Poppy. Some gland in my head...Pituitary gland?...thought I was already pregnant. Just a few pills and a couple of shots and I was lucky enough to have number 2 on the way. I've been noticing some of my friends that have two kids. None of them are as far apart as T and Poppy. Their kids range for 18months to 2 1/2 years apart. I often feel overwhelmed and rushed and annoyed. They must feel it 3x more than I do. It must suck to be them. One friend had twins when her son was only 18 months old. She calls the first 3 years "The Dark Years". Lovely huh?
T will be 5 next week. He has grown so much, I can't believe he was once a little guy like Poppy. I know I take for granted all the things he can do on his own. I lay out his clothes and he dresses himself. OK, I'll be honest, most of the time I have to tell him 5 times to do it and sometimes threaten harm. 99% of the time his underwear is even on the right way. He goes and gets me things when I ask, fetches the remote control when I'm too lazy to get up and jumps around to make the baby stop crying. It's frustrating when thing don't go like you'd planned. I wanted my kids to be closer in age. Now I'm thanking my lucky stars that they aren't. I was waiting in a doctors office one day and a lady asked how far apart my kids were. I told her 4 1/2 years. She said I had planned perfectly...when one gets out of college, the other one will be going in. Let's just hope T doesn't do what Mommy did and go on the 5 year plan. Yeah 5!