I can hardly believe that my sweet baby’s second birthday is right around the corner. We will be so busy with the holidays that the time will seem to pass even faster. That being said, we have decided to try for another child. We both want a few more children, but we will be perfectly happy and whole if J is our one and only.
We haven’t done anything to prevent having another child since J was born, but with extended breastfeeding, I didn’t have a cycle for a long time (about 16 months, I believe), and I haven’t taken any OPKs to see if I’m actually ovulating now. We just felt like we would put the timing in God’s hands.
However, I feel like once you decide to try, there’s a whole new element of pressure and disappointment. Each time your body doesn’t do what you want it to, you can’t help but feel a twinge of frustration. I don’t know how the PCOS will come into play this go around, but I’m going to really try to not let it get me down.
I have just been praying that if it is God’s will, then we will have more kids. If not, I’m so very blessed by the one I have already!