For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted three kids. Now that I have two daughters, I have an internal debate about whether we should grow our family by one more.
I DON’T want another because…
- I grow the babies in all four of my cheeks.
- the anticipation of birth.
- if it’s true that you get more laid back with each child, my kids will essentially be unsupervised in my care. Oh suuuure, climb on the table! Oh suuuuure, eat the Play-Doh!
- I still feel overwhelmed by the feeling of being needed by two crying babies at the same time–which limb would the third grab on to?
- a lot of families struggle to have one and why should I get to have three?
I DO want another because…
- first kicks and squirming from the inside.
- the smell of baby heads.
- I didn’t consider Gwen my last baby and I didn’t soak up all the “last baby” moments along the way.
- Marlo and Gwen would have another sibling to love and another team member to lean on.
- I’d love to again experience the wonder of what she’ll be like, how she’ll act, or what she’ll look like (and it’s already a girl in my mind).
- I love being a mom to these little stinkers!
Of course, this isn’t a decision I will make on my own, but I married the most agreeable, easy going man on the planet, so the overthinking is up to me. I’m one of seven kids, and my husband is one of two, so we can definitely see the benefits of both big and small families.