How Do You Know When You Are Done Having Kids?
I held that one-day old baby in my arms and I thought: she is so yummy. I would love to snuggle with a little one of these for a while and enjoy the newness of it all. And then give her back.
I am done having kids. Three is enough for me, four would be my tipping point. (Three may be my tipping point, some days one is more than enough.)
But I still feel jealous when I see a beautifully robust pregnant woman walking down the street, or a tired looking mom with a newborn in the sling. Those feelings don't seem to go away no matter how done you feel.
Which is too bad. I thought that I would know when I was done and that I would never feel new Mama envy ever again. But I do.
We discussed having a fourth but after deciding that mom needs to be a Type A to make that work properly, and since I am closer to a Type Q, we decided that would be too much chaos. We looked around at our incredible family and decided that this is it: we are complete. We love having three kids.
It doesn't work that way for everybody. Some people always wonder if they shoulda, woulda, coulda. Some are done at one, two or even six. (check out Julie Cole's reasons to have six!)
I'm just sorry that the little tickly feeling when I see a newborn or pregnant woman doesn't go away. I guess that is something I will have to live with.
Are you done having kids? How did you know when you were done?
Want more chaos? Last year, I wrote about my concerns about orange juice, it is too good to be true.