It is my birthday today and it occurs to me that this is the first time since 2006 that I haven't either been pregnant or had a small, reliant baby to care for. Perhaps that is why I find my stomach flip when I see tiny babies, even on Instagram, belonging to people I hardly know.
Nano Mck is fifteen months, so I guess it is inevitable that I should start to hanker after number three about now, added to which he is the easiest baby you could wish for, which surely tricks your brain into thinking that it is all easier than you remember. Although, can I really get away with calling him a baby anymore? When do they stop being babies? Is it when they can walk or, as I suspect, when they leave for university? Or maybe never?
I do know that the time for trying to get back on the baby track isn't quite here. My brain knows that and I will certainly listen to my brain for a few more months at least. In the meantime perhaps I should try and enjoy feeling broody. As I said it's been a long time and I have to admit I didn't enjoy my pregnancies on either occasion. Maybe a period of longing will mean I do, when the time is eventually right.