Posted April 2, 2015on:
There are a lot of articles circulating on Facebook about how if feels knowing that your most recent baby is your last baby.
Is K my last child?!
Honestly, I don’t know.
Part of me doesn’t want to think she’s my youngest. Part of me wants to try again. Part of me wants to have a boy.
I love babies. Ok, not newborns… I’m not a fan of waking up every three hours. But I love babies. I love the stage K is in. She’s not sleeping through the night but she gives me enough sleep that I can finally function through the day.
So, I love babies and part of me can see myself doing all of this at least one more time.
But I know my body.
My pregnancy with K was not an easy one. Not only was it difficult for me, I was difficult on Hubby AND on M.
Bedrest, wheelchairs, constant doctors appointments, emergency room visits, unexpected Labor & Delivery visits…
It was hard juggling one kid through all of that, imagine juggling two!
If we decided to get pregnant again, M would be school-aged. How can I handle a school-aged child’s obligations with a difficult pregnancy ON TOP of dealing with a toddler?!?
While my heart will probably always yearn for just one more baby, I have to be practical.
I just don’t think my body can handle another pregnancy… As heartbreaking as that reality is, I have to learn to accept it.