Ever since my second child was born I have toyed with the idea of having a third. I have flip flopped from definitely NO! to one more might be nice?. You know when the kids are being adorable and behaving like angels, playing nicely together, you think “Ooo wouldn’t a new baby be lovely!” But then you have those days when all you feel like you are doing is screaming and saying “No!” “Don’t do that!” “Stop hitting your brother!” “We don’t drink water from the toilet/cat bowl/puddle!”. You know the ones, right?!
So how do you know when you have finished having children?
For me it has been a gradual awakening. As my youngest (a month off 4 years old) get’s older I find it harder to visualise a new baby in the house. As much as I would love a little girl, there really are no guarantees on that, right? I have named her though. Eva. We like short names here, my boys both have 3 letter names. Sometimes I dream of what it would be like to have a little girl, having a little mini-me. Then I think who the bloody hell am I kidding! I was the biggest tom boy and so having boys suits me. Any little girl of mine would probably get around in the boys hand me downs, those that haven’t already disintegrated bum and knee first! She’d have un-brushed wild hair and dirt on her face. She’d fit right in!
Seriously though, here are my top five reasons for knowing I have definitely finished having children.
I have only just in the last 23 days had uninterrupted sleep (I just counted on the star chart!). Almost four years of broken sleep… I can’t go back!
I definitely don’t fancy dealing with any more pooey nappies. As much as it makes me cray cray to see a big un-flushed turd in the toilet. It is also a joy that all I have to do it press that button and away it goes.
As much as I LOVED breastfeeding both my boys, the first for 14 months and the second for 2 and a half years, I really think I’d now like to keep my boobs for me! Even though my youngest was weaned with force 1.5 years ago, he’d still go there if he could. He’s a boob man.
4) My Body
Yep, my poor body has suffered, not totally due to having babies, I do also blame my lack of motivation for exercise, but they are the ones responsible for my tummy looking like a road map. There are no bikini’s in my future.
5) My Beautiful Family
I am so lucky to have two amazing, healthy, smart, spunky, challenging, little boys! I wouldn’t change a hair on their heads. So I think I will be grateful for that. I don’t want to tempt fate as I’m not getting any younger and the risks are greater with each passing year. I have friends and family who have been through some very emotional and trying times trying to conceive, and I figure I don’t need that stress.
I am finished and I am happy with my lot.
How about you? Are you finished? Does your family feel complete?