I know I sound crazy even thinking about this while typing 1-handed and holding my newborn son…
When I was pregnant with my second child, I just knew I didn’t want him to be my last. Throughout the pregnancy, labor, even a few minutes after he was born. I couldn’t imagine not doing it all again. Morning sickness, swelling, heartburn, hips so sore I had to crawl to the bathroom at night…still wanted to do it again!
This pregnancy, the whole time I was asking myself “why did I think this was a good idea again?” Every time one of my kids had a tantrum, every night that I tossed & turned. I still cherished every kick, don’t get me wrong. I just felt like I realllyyyyy didn’t want to do this again.
I don’t know if I want more children. I certainly wouldn’t be devastated if it happened, but since there are almost 7 years between my oldest & youngest, I feel like I’ve been doing the “baby thing” forever already.
Yet, holding my son and looking at his sweet face, I feel a twinge thinking that we may never have another little baby again, and everything that goes along with that.
I’m guessing these are normal feelings in the postpartum haze, and that at some point in the future, I’ll know for sure.
I just wondered how those who are “done” knew for sure that their family was complete.