No, no, no.
I'm not pregnant (as much as I'd love to be).
I always dreamed that I'd have a big family. I have 2 sisters and a brother and love kids! I never really thought I'd stop at 2 kids.
But that's where we're at now and just as much as I'd love to have a third child, The Husband doesn't.
I understand where he's coming from.
The boys are loud, fighting with each other and it's very, very busy and they aren't even involved in a lot of activities yet.
I don't miss getting up 2 or 3 times a night to feed them, I don't miss labour and delivery, I don't miss the 4 month wakeful, or ridiculous teething.
However, there are many things that I do miss.
I do miss baby snuggles, the newborn smell, I miss newborn clothes and the closeness of holding a baby. Little babies are just so cute!
We've already potty trained one so we're down to one set of diapers and that is definitely a plus.
Personally, I go back and forward in my head about this. Some days I'm alright with being done. Other days, I see pictures like this and I'd really like to try for a third. I flip-flop on a daily basis.
Those of you that have three kids, how did you come to the decision? Is it really as crazy as it's said to be?