My sister gave birth over a month ago, and I had really bad baby fever in her last few months of pregnancy, I was so excited when I thought I had "accidentally" gotten pregnant, but when I found out I wasnt pregnant, I was more relieved than sad. Guess thats a pretty big sign that I am not ready. I try to rationalize with myself by thinking, there are only x number of times in my life to be pregnant, after I use them up, that chapter of my life will be closed forever. People will always procreate. I work as an interpreter, and have had more than a handful of calls where mommy is going to the ob's office to check on baby, and even interpret a delivery call, gosh I was so darn broody. But as soon as I hung up, I told myself to breathe and that its better to wait.
Its gotten so much better, I dont sulk every single time I see a pregnant belly, because I know we will definitely have more and soon it'll be my turn again, just not now. I also enjoy my time a lot more now with both of them getting older (despite Zachary's whining).