The decision to add to your family can be downright vexing. I always thought that I only wanted two children, but now that I'm a mom to two rad little boys, I’m just not sure. Some days, I think I’m so very done and other days are full of pining for that new baby smell.
It wasn’t until I took a good hard look at my behavior that I realized I wasn’t done having babies. This is not a pregnancy announcement by any means, but I’m pretty sure I’m not finished at two. It’s certainly not definitive, but if you identify with this list, you might want to postpone any appointments for permanent birth control.
You still have bags of baby clothes you’ve been meaning to donate for months. You just keep forgetting, plus it would be a waste to have to rebuy footie pajamas. Better hang on to them, just in case.
You’ve convinced yourself that pregnancy wasn’t so bad. Your mind tends to focus on the sweet moments like feeling your little one kick, conveniently skipping over the whole getting kicked in the rib part.
And that the sleep deprivation was totally survivable. You lived to tell the tale, didn’t you? Plus, not every baby is a horrible sleeper, right?
It can’t be that much harder, can it?
You announced your youngest’s birthday with the sobbing emoji. Are they really not a baby anymore? Can it really go that fast?
You’ve Googled “what it’s really like to have (insert number here) kids.” It can’t be that much harder, can it?
You’re still suffering through a bummer form of birth control. The original plan was to send Daddy in for the big snip, but it just hasn’t felt right.