I always used to assume I’d have spring babies. For some reason, May struck me as the perfect month for a birthday. It’s warm, but not too warm, there aren’t many other holidays for competition, you can have a party before everyone scatters for the summer, and it’s unlikely that cataclysmic weather is going to disrupt it (as a January baby myself, I’ve always been hyper aware of the effects of weather on one’s birthday plans). Also, I’m more or less an academic and, well, any one who’s worked in academia knows there’s often a late-spring baby boom in those communities. As a friend of mine who has not one, but two May babies (and a wife whose job is professoring) says, “No, it’s not a happy coincidence. We reproduce on schedule.”
Now, though, with two Fall babies scooting around my house, I’ve started to think this is the way to go (not that I have a choice, anyway).
Yes, you’re pregnant during the hottest months of the summer, which is no fun–but, frankly, summer heat is summer heat. Being pregnant doesn’t make it that much more miserable because, if you’re in the Virginia humidity, you’ve reached some maximum level of misery anyway.
So here’s my Buzzfeed-style listicle on Fall babies.
1) They are in that intense, hold-me-every-minute stage when the weather is cool enough that snuggling feels good.
2) They’re over that by the time it gets hot again.
3) At Christmas #1, they generally haven’t hit the whole stranger-fearing, separation-anxiety phase, so you can pass them around and have your hands free to eat Christmas cookies (oh, and if you’re nursing, you need 500-1000 extra calories per day at this point…so, pass the Christmas cookies!).
4) At Christmas #2, they’re big enough to enjoy it, even if they don’t understand it.
5) They’re starting solid foods at exactly the point in the year when it feels pointless to put clothes on them anyway. Laundry saver!