Ds was September which I liked because:
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I didn't miss any skiing - ski-ed in the first trimester (February) and then again in January when ds was 4 months old (just before going back to work)
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I'm cold blooded anyway, so that to me, the heat of summer was actually very pleasant,
3)I had time off in the summer just to myself (although not that long, as I worked up to 20th August and ds was born on 10 September)
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It meant that for once I could be organised and relaxed for Christmas and New Year
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The shorter days meant I didn't feel guilty about not being organised enough to get out and about with ds when he was very little and I was still learning to cope.
If I were to get pregnant in the near future it would mean that
a) the baby would be born too close to Christmas (my Dad's birthday is on Christmas Day and we never hear - incorrectly - the end of how he is hard done by - and my brother's is on New Year's Day, and he DOES get hard done by, as you always think you can get the pressie after Christmas and then you've run out of money!)
b) I wouldn't be able to go skiing next year, and
c) I would be heavily pregnant over Christmas - disaster!
However, always assuming dh and I ever get around to agreeing to go for another one (he doesn't have any sense of urgency), my age (42) means that I don't have the luxury of planning WHEN - it'll be a case of IF!