**Don’t forget tomorrow I’m spilling the beans on a huge family secret!!!
Every now and then I think I want another baby. I think it’s because this first year of my daughters life has flown by. It could be because my biological clock it a ticking time bomb at this point. If we want another baby we’d better decide soon. My husband could go either way it seems. Even though, he’s already decided the next baby is a boy and his name is Noah. Um, OK.Room for more?
My son wants me to have another baby too. He wants a brother. Randomly, the other day, he said that when I grow his brother in my tummy I can give him his toys. Again, OK. The thing is, I’m not sure I’d want to stop at three if we had another. I think I’d like to have a fourth too. I guess you could blame the Libra in me for wanting things even. I dunno. I like for things to be evenly distributed. Even kids.
I think a part of me wants the big family since I’m an only child. It would be a lot to figure out but it could be a great thing too. I’ve heard there are many benefits to having a large family. Even with its perks, I seem to be stuck on the not so perky stuff. With more than two, here’s what I worry about :
- I don’t want anyone to feel shorted, forgotten or left out. I already feel like I’m trying rally hard to give my two “equal” attention. Adding another in the mix would be the perfect storm for crazy. Maybe.
- I worry about finances too. We live in California. It’ the land of cha-ching! Everything is expensive around these parts. Kids cost enough on their own but living here each new baby is like taking out a new mortgage. I heard a number a while ago about how much kids cost. I forget what that number is but I’d say double it for Californians.
- We’d have to think about a bigger house. We’ve already been talking about it but we’d have to stop talking and start doing with another bambino. We already feel pretty crowded in our three bedroom, adding another child would be a tight squeeze, for sure.
- Then there’s the car. I was already on the edge about a minivan. Another baby would just push me right on over the edge into minivan land. Have I just talked myself out of another baby? Pretty convincing case, huh? Maybe two is the magic number. Hmmm… maybe baby fever will pass. Soon.
Do you have a magic number when it comes to kids? Have you reached your magic number?