As much as I love and cherish my two children I can not bring myself to seriously consider adding one more to our family. Maybe, it is the realistic and down to earth part of me which reminds me why we should not go ahead and try for no3. I am tempted, don’t get me wrong. Being in total and unconditional love with them is what makes me think about an addition in the first place.
However, I am not the mom who still has the abundance of patience to deal with a pregnancy, newborn, colicks, breastfeeding, nightwaking, first fevers, first everything. I was there. Twice. It drained me physically and psychologically and I gave 200% of myself. The last five years were the most intense years of my life. They made me stronger. They made me grow up (maybe a bit faster than anticipated). They made me the person I am today. A mom who would literally DO ANYTHING for her family. If someone asks me today if would to it again knowing all of the above, I would. No doubt about it. But I would be more prepared. That’s for sure.
If I were younger, had an income myself, more help, less stress and no financial worries I would probably reconsider. Since, at the time of writing I have none of the above, I chose to be thrilled with having one boy, one girl and the perfect partner in crime. I am complete.