Been thinking about this alot recently. Always imagined I’d have two girls and a boy. So far I almost have the two girls so right on track there.
I can’t imagine this being the last pregnancy or giving away my maternity clothes, the newborn clothes or carseat etc once grown out of.
Was talking about it to H yesterday. He is from a big family and did want a big family but I think he has changed his mind. If we had more than two we’d need to buy a bigger house a bigger car. I wouldn’t really be able to work (meaning I would go mental as I adore my job!) H wouldn’t be able to go part time as he is currently planning. Plus sometimes we can barely cope with one- god knows how it’ll be with two and three seems impossible.
Plus there’s the whole pregnancy and birth thing. This is my fourth pregnancy. There could be more losses before a successful one, then there’s the months of exhaustion, sickness, pain, discomfort, hormonal mentalness and general grumps. Can I really put myself through that again? Is it fair to existing children? So far looks like munchkin and Womble are healthy what if we had a third who wasn’t? Then munchkin and Womble are unfairly affected – seems a lot to risk those what ifs.
But I just don’t feel quite ready to give up on the idea of three just yet. Plan is now to get sterilised when family complete. (As I only have one tube it’s half a job 😉 and for various reasons isn’t something would ever make H do) they could sterilise me during a section but I’m not on that page yet but then also not sure I could cope with a happy accident in next few years either. (i know I personally would be unlikely to terminate unless extreme reasons)
Potentially I have 10+fertile years in me plus am way more fertile than I ever dreamed possible (although apparently H is taking credit on that front 😉 so I just don’t know what to do. Defo getting a LARC (long acting reversible contraceptive) fitted after this but doubt any of them will agree with me. They usually don’t. So really if Womble is the last then sterilisation is best solution.
But I just can’t imagine never doing it again. I think I want to! I actually must be quite mad.