Elle turns two today. It feels like a momentous occasion. Much more so for me than when she turned one. Still in the haze of early motherhood, the main emotion I felt on her first birthday was relief and the day sort of passed me by, as heartless as that sounds. I had a fixation on getting her to that 12 month milestone and to achieve it was overwhelming. This year however, is a completely different ball game.

I’m an emotional wreck. I can’t even contemplate how fast the time has gone and we now have a little girl who can run around and tell us things in almost whole sentences.

Those of you with toddlers of a similar age are probably going through the same things right now – bath time refusals. Bedtime delay tactics. Random bouts of horrendous molar teething. Mildly defiant acts of naughtiness through to FULL ON tantrums. It’s a testing age but it’s also just SO MUCH FUN. I’m the first to admit that it took me a while to enjoy motherhood – to find my feet and to accept my strengths and weaknesses as a parent. But I finally feel like I’ve worked out my mothering vibe. Elle makes me laugh until I cry, she’s my little partner in crime and she falls asleep holding my hand every night.

As we’ve approached second birthday season in my NCT friendship group, more and more of my friends are having their second baby or falling pregnant again. A two year gap seems to be the norm. Over the Christmas break everyone asked if we’re thinking about another one. I know – it’s none of their business.

I’m just not ready. Neither emotionally, mentally nor physically. I have no burning desire for another baby. Nor does Matt. I finally feel back to normal, after two WHOLE years and I’d just like to enjoy Elle for a while longer before we turn our lives upside down again. (For anyone in the early throws of motherhood, it does get easier, your baby will eventually sleep and you do get your freedom back).

There’s a big part of me that’s absolutely terrified of having another baby. I had a really tough time after Elle was born and it’s only now that I can see what a dark place I was in. It’s not somewhere I want to return to in a hurry and certainly not with Elle to look after. Plus I know what labour feels like now, I know how flippin’ painful breastfeeding can be. I’m not sure I’m ready to willingly put myself through it. And if I’m being truly open and honest, there’s a teeny tiny selfish part of me that doesn’t want to ever put myself through that again at all…

I’m sure Mother Nature will deliver me a slice of broodiness at some point. At least I hope she does. I’ve always wanted a big family and somewhere deep down that desire still remains. But for now, I’m ignoring the questions, keeping out of the baby chat and enjoying my little family of three.

Ridiculously cute image by Little Beanies – look away if you’re just not ready yet…