And now for something completely different.

Yes, I am the mother of one. It's not such an amazing feat. Many mother's have one. In fact. you have to have one to get to two! The difference with me is that I might never get to have another. I move from place to place, with loads of baby items, in boxes that may never see the light of day again because I can't stand the thought of giving up hope. (and that is the last pity comment you will hear from me... today) But I would be pissed right off if I gave it all away and got pregnant the next month. (Well. Not really. I am sure the pregnancy would outshine my pissed-off-edness)

I am not a great mother because I only have one. Some days the I am so preoccupied with conceiving a second, that at the end of the day I realise that I am short changing the one I have. Then I know it is time to re-connect.

I am a stay at home mom with a limited income. I don't have my son in all the coolest play groups, and dressed to the nines. Having one child doesn't automatically enable you to have these luxuries. Our play group is a walk to the park, and a swim in the pool. And he may wear good brand names, but they are all second hand.

I have thought of all the changes that would come with having a second child, and I admit I have had my doubts. Bug is at an age where he's fun, and he communicates well. Having a newborn, having to relearn a new personality and finding how to help them fit into the family is a fairly scary task when you are comfortable with the little one you already have. Some days I am ready, others I am not. I feel the same way about washing windows too though, so I really shouldn't be weighing these feelings against the benefit of having another child.