I was talking to a friend this weekend about having more kids (no, I’m not pregnant). I have three beautiful, happy, healthy kids. I am lucky, blessed really, to have such amazing kids. I shared with my friend that even though I have these three, and sometimes three can be a lot, I still think about four.
I hope my husband isn’t choking while reading this…honey, its ok I’m not pregnant. He feels ready to be done having kids.
I’m the one who isn’t sure. I can’t seem to stop my biological clock. It just keeps ticking (You might be picturing Marisa Tomei stomping her foot in My Cousin Vinny — one of my favorite 90’s movies). It isn’t that I don’t feel like my family is complete, because I do. It isn’t that I am sure I want another child. I’m not. It is just that I can’t imagine NOT having more. I can’t imagine that part of my life being over.
Little Man turned 6 this summer and I have either been pregnant, nursing, or thinking about getting pregnant for over 7 years! That is a long time. Quite the ‘phase’ in life. Although Peanut is still little and I am still nursing, it is strange to think that I might not experience those things again.
I’m not sure I want another child, but I would love to be pregnant again. I enjoyed being pregnant. Aside from the horrific ‘morning’ sickness, swollen feet, sore back, food (drink!) restrictions and general tiredness…I loved it!
Seriously! I’m not sugar coating it; it wasn’t all great…but in general I had easy pregnancies and easy childbirth experiences.
Tick, tick, tick.
I wish I could just turn off the biological clock. My husband is happy with our three. Honestly, I am too, which is why I can’t understand why I don’t want to be done having children. It must be biological right? Dare I say, hormonal?
I think about it logically and three is perfect for us. We both came from a family of three, so we get what it is like. We all still fit in a regular car. College is only getting more expensive. We are out of bedrooms in our house. I’m only getting older, which brings about more risk to me and any potential kids. And four might make me crazy (or crazier!).
I don’t think choosing to have kids (or not) is all logical. There certainly other emotional decisions to make. I am envious of women who just knew (or know) they only wanted xx kids. I wish I could turn off my clock.
How’s your biological clock these days? 😉
Tick, tick, tick,