I have 2 daughters. The youngest one recently turned three. Over the past month or so, for some reason, I have been questioned many, many times whether we will be extending our family any further (maybe because my youngest has reached a nice milestone age, or because I'm about to reach a not-so-nice one). A lot of..."Are you considering a third?", "When are you having another?", "Don't all these infants around give you baby fever?" No. Not. No.
I feel very done with the baby stage. I haven't the smallest desire to return to pregnancy, nursing, sleepless nights or checking for breathing. Is that so wrong? I did my time and I'm happy to move on. Now...if it was possible to pop one out at a ripe old age of 6 to 12 months...I'm quite certain I would reconsider, but since that's not happening, I feel my two are plenty. Don't get me wrong, I do love babies. I like to look at them, goo-goo-ga-ga at them, maybe hold them for a minute -- and return them to mommy.
I must state that if a #3 came along by accident...I would see it as God's plan and go with it, of course. Babies are a wonderful miracle. I'm just saying, it's not a part of MY plan. I prefer to now focus and be involved with the events to come with the two I have. The exciting endeavors that are Kindergarten for my oldest and the newness of preschool for my youngest AND the fact that I will obtain 3 mornings a week to do with what I wish...ALONE. I can't imagine the possibilities!