I was 2 1/2 when my sister was born. We were always 3 years apart by grades in school. She was a freshman when I was a senior. As kids it worked perfectly because we were close enough in age to share similar interests, but still have our own friends. Occasionally my friends and I would let her tag along or I would play with her friends when the older kids in the neighborhood weren’t around. It was wonderful. We have always been very close and to this day have a great network of old friends we grew up with.

It dawned on me the other day that a year from now my daughter will be 2 1/2. Well, okay it didn’t dawn on me as much as it hit me like “Oh s&*#! Really!?”

When is the best time to plan for Baby #2?

I understand that oftentimes planning is not the case as much as you just move forward with a little oopsy-daisy surprise after a weekend getaway. Maybe you played the odds after forgetting to get your pills filled and won big in the game of marital roulette? These are just some scenarios of friends of ours with darling little siblings.

I would like to plan if I could. We did for our first and I love the thought of her having a sister or brother about 3 years younger than her. (See reasons above.) I’m a firm believer that people need siblings. Not that there is anything wrong with being an only child, but imagine what kind of attention whore I would be WITHOUT my sister to knock me down a few pegs. Let’s face it, I’m bad enough already.

Assuming it only takes me 3 months to get knocked up like it did the first time, could I plan it out to the month? Is that even possible? Am I acting presumptive and selfish to think it’s going to be that easy again?

Let me state for the record, however, this is is just a blog post and no way an announcement. I’ve been in a new job for just six months and we’re trying to sell our house. Plus, I’m probably not going to talk about “trying”. It makes me feel icky. I’m starting to think kids 3 1/2 to 4 years apart is sufficient.

Thoughts?

I had a friend at work remind me that Friday is the opening ceremony for the Summer Olympic Games in London. The last time the Olympic torch was lit, I got knocked up.

Greyson and I have joked that we got pregnant the night of the Opening Ceremony of the winter games in Vancouver back in 2010. The Parade of Nations gets boring! What can we say?! We were smooching on the couch by the time the delegation from Azerbaijan entered the arena.

The last day of the games we watched the gold medal hockey game with our friends. I went home to take a test and passed with the flying colors of the five rings. Well, a pink line anyway. (I understand that biologically the timing of this may be off. It’s just a funny prediction.)

Greyson looked at me yesterday with a cocked eyebrow (that’s his most seductive look) and said, “Hey Hot Stuff, you think we’ll make it through this Olympics without making another baby?” I assured him under no circumstance would we be making another little Team USA fan this year.

However, if David Beckham makes an appearance in the opening ceremonies, I may start feeling a little randy. It is the XXX Olympic Games.