I always thought I’d like two or three. I guess I still think that actually. I know David is more on the ‘two’ side of things but he hasn’t ruled out a third either. How many children is enough?
Funny thing is, after our gender scan revealed this baby to be a boy I felt sure we’d definitely be having a third one daybut as this pregnancy progresses I’m starting to come around more to David’s way of thinking (not because this pregnancy has been difficult, far from it!) I guess I have a few different reasons. A lot of them are fairly selfish in nature but as it’s my blog, I should be able to put them here without fear of judgement so here goes.
- If my body survives this second pregnancy as well as it did my first, I’m tempted not to push my luck with a third.
There I said it. I’m vain. My figure and looks are important to me, I managed to escape pretty much entirely unscathed after Oliver (due largely I’m sure to the fact that he was six weeks premature but we’ll ignore that!) and if I’m lucky enough for that to happen again, well then maybe I’m happy to leave it at that.
- I don’t enjoy pregnancy as much anymore.
The first (well second) time was great – conceiving was easy, I had no anxiety whatsoever other than a few worries in the early weeks because of our previous miscarriage and the pregnancy was completely drama free other than the surprise ending! Now the knowledge that no pregnancy will ever be like that for me again, that I will always be high risk for ectopics and premature labour and that I will have to have extra care and worry as result, kind of makes me want to quit while I’m (hopefully!) ahead.
- Boring old money
This one is probably a bit more normal. More kids means a bigger house, a bigger car, less holidays, less treats and less stuff. Yes, not only have I revealed myself to be vain today, I am also shallow and materialistic. I like stuff and I want my children to be able to have stuff. Don’t get me wrong, they won’t be spoilt brats (believe me I won’t allow it) but I don’t want us going without if we don’t have to.
I’m also questioning my reasons behind wanting three – I am fairly sure that, had Splodge been revealed to have been a girl, I would have no problems stopping at two. Surely, ‘trying’ to get a girl is a stupid reason for having another child if it’s the only reason? Although, no more stupid than some of the above reasons for not having more I guess!
I suppose deciding how many children is enough is really just down to individuals and their personal choices… but how do you really know if you are done?
Ps – Having said allll of this…. I’m only 26 so I’m not saying never just yet 😉