My husband and I often joke about how people started to ask when we were having kids the day after we got married, and then as soon as my son was born they started to ask when we would be having another child. I have always been able to laugh this off, knowing our plans for our family are our business — and that it’s silly, presumptuous, and rude of anyone to ask.

But now that so many of our friends and family members are having their second children — many whose first were born at the same time or after ours — it’s getting harder and harder to laugh it off.

The truth is, I’m scared, anxious, and hesitant about having a second child.

My first pregnancy was challenging, and there were so many times when I hated every minute of it. I spent so much of that pregnancy hoping for time to go faster. Looking back on it, I now worry — what if I didn’t enjoy it enough? I fear that my first pregnancy might have been my last, and I didn’t enjoy it the way I should have. I can’t help but wonder if I would have been able to stay more positive about the experience if I knew it was the only time.

My first child’s birth was challenging, and multiple complications meant it went nowhere near as planned. It’s scary to think about going through that again, but then I also consider that I might have a more positive birth experience a second time around. My doctor recommended I wait at least two or three years before considering a second pregnancy, which I was on board with. Now, I anxiously calculate a larger and larger potential age difference between my almost-preschooler and a future sibling with each passing month.

Then I worry — what happens if I can’t make up my mind? What if I wait too long? I’m not getting any younger. Is my window of opportunity for a second pregnancy going to close while I sit here making up my mind?

I think about my career, and how I spent my first few years as a mom struggling so much with my identity and mourning the impact of motherhood on my professional life. I know it shouldn’t have been that way, but I’ve worked so hard to feel like “myself” again after becoming a parent that I fear going through this again. Again, it’s hard not to feel like I would have experienced this differently if I knew it would be the only time.

The passage of time has eased many of my challenging memories surrounding birth and pregnancy. Now that I have a beautiful child, my heart is full and I understand why people do this all again. I want my son to have a brother or sister, and I know I want to have another baby, but I still don’t know when.

I’m confident there will be a day when this all becomes clearer. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt every time someone asks me when I’m having another baby.

Hannah grew up in rural central Massachusetts and now lives in the beautiful Berkshires. Hannah has BS and MS degrees in engineering and has spent most of her career working as a manager in the manufacturing industry — where there are few women, and even fewer moms. She is currently a senior quality manager in the aerospace industry, working on commercial airplane components. Hannah and her husband met during college, when they were both volunteering at a food bank. After graduating, building their careers, traveling, and even living on opposite coasts for a few years, they were married in 2015 and welcomed a son in 2019. Together, they love to camp, travel, and hone their DIY skills as they work to build their family's forever home. Hannah loves to volunteer, especially with organizations that help women and mothers advance their careers.


  1. Thank you. As a birth trauma survivor (severe pre-eclampsia, with a readmission!) and a NICU stay, and then bringing a NICU graduate home in the middle of a pandemic. With no family nearby….Being asked when I’m going to have another hurts and I’ve accepted that its really no one’s business what my spouse and I decide to do!

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