I want another baby.
I think I want to have 4 kids minimum.
My friends with more than 2 kids say everything changes after 2 kids. Your marriage changes. Ack. I don't want my marriage to change. I like us now. Even though we're tired. Exhausted. Even though sex is so seldom now, it's a surprise when it happens. But we still have time to flirt, to have mini dates, to enjoy our kinda rushed meals, to have long hushed talks with the kids sandwiched in between us.
Now a third child... That will change a lot of things. I'm sure I don't want that. And yet another baby to love and enjoy! I do want that.
Vince says we'll discuss it when we become mega-rich. Right now, we have enough for two little boys to have a fantastic life. We're financially okay enough that we don't have to slave away all day. We're so lucky to spend the time we do on our boys.
Now a third child... That will change a lot of things. We'll have to work harder. Maybe take on many jobs. We won't be around as often. We'll miss the kids and the kids will miss us. So what's the point of having more kids if it means working so hard we won't see them?
Okay. I talked myself out of it. Sometimes I just need to hear myself think.
Sigh. I already miss my could've-been third, fourth, maybe even fifth child.