This is what my husband sprung on me in the midst of a TV show. I don’t even remember what we were watching. The kids were both in bed so we were having our nightly “date” to catch up on a show when the house was quiet.
I have to admit, I’ve thought about it. C just turned 2, and S is 5 1/2. It seems like the last few years just flew by. But every time I thought about it, I just couldn’t see starting all over. Both hubby and I are in our 40s, and admittedly the sleepless nights were much harder with #2 than #1.
But, every time I asked myself this question, I also though how nice it would be to have a little one again. That baby that makes those sweet cooing sounds – sounds I would never hear from my kids again as they grew older. My oldest is even too big to carry (but I still do at times). But, I didn’t think my husband was asking himself the same question, so I was shocked when he verbalized it to me. I thought for sure we were done. A family of 4 and a dog.
So that made me really think. Are we? Or do we want a third?
It’s still on my mind. We sort of ended that conversation agreeing that we didn’t think we could handle it. That it would be too hard for S and C with us already being pretty tired. If we were 10 years younger…we would.
But then I woke up this morning and thought about it again (obviously). How do we know…I mean really know, when our family is complete?