How I Knew I Was Done Having Kids
I am so totally done having kids.
Psychologically, sometimes I feel like I'm maybe not, but physically for sure.
Like I burned that factory down ages ago, and it would take a miracle for sure.
But people are always asking if we are going to try for a girl (no) and how I know for sure that these three are it for me.
Here's how …
The thought of not sleeping at night consistently made me want to barf. I was just so very over the being-up-listening-to-a-baby-cry bit. And not being able to do things because my milk makers would burst if I did. And carrying all of the kid-accoutrements that they seem to require wherever they go. And that super huge car seat. And, yep, pretty much all of that. I enjoyed babyhood with my babies. I was all up in it when it was happening, but I've moved on, and I don't desire to go back.
My wallet was all, “hey, girl, you're done.” Having two kids in diapers will do that to you. And, note for the future, feeding three growing, soon-to-be-teen boys is even worse. So think about that when you're deciding on another!
Our family can fit into my husband's car right now. If we had another kid, we'd both have to drive big cars, and that just feels like overkill.
We can still sort of fit in a booth at a restaurant. Sort of. Depends where we go, but regardless, we aren't party sized, so it works.
My doctor straight up told me. Something to the effect of, “You are done having kids, right? Because you need to be.” So I figured, with a warning like that and all of these other things, more kids are probably not happening for me.
I can't say there aren't still days that I'm like UTERUS GIVE ME A BABY! But those are days that always end with me looking at my bickering children and saying, UTERUS, IF YOU GIVE ME A BABY, I WILL SERIOUSLY CUT YOU.Read More