Family size and spacing can be delicate topics here at Baby Bunching. Some of us have ended up with larger families than we planned, sooner than we planned. Others have embraced the blessing of expanding to include twiblings (and beyond), but experienced strong judgements on family planning from family and friends. In any case, if you've been a parent, at some point you've likely grappled with the question, "How many children is enough?"
I personally always pictured myself with four of them. In earlier years, my husband shared that vision, but the addition of our third boy in less than 5 years brought family expansion discussions to a grinding halt. Too much of a good thing, too soon? Maybe, although we both agree that our current family dynamics (for all of their challenges) suit us very well and we're quite happy with our brood. So happy, in fact, that my husband would willingly head in for the snip-snip any day to ensure that things stay this way.
I, on the other hand, have struggled. I pretty much lost the privilege of EVER sitting down with the delivery of my third child and that took some getting used to (have you noticed that two children can be settled together for short periods of time, but three children are almost never settled at once?). For the first two years of #3's life, my answer to the prospect of a fourth child would've been an affirmative negative. In recent weeks, I've been having a lot of internal (and external) dialogue about how great it is that my baby is starting to grow and run fast enough to keep up with the big boys. And in recent days, I've found myself solidly wanting...just one more baby.
Admittedly, I hit my Advanced Maternal Age birthday a few weeks ago, which has ratcheted up the volume on my ticking biological clock. And part of the reason I chose to have my children so close together is that the thought of getting the youngest off to kindergarten and starting all over in baby mode does not appeal to me. With the youngest approaching the 3-year mark this summer, the voice in my head is screaming, "NOW OR NEVER!" Talk about pressure.
Add that to the fact that I can pretty much guarantee that there are exactly 2.5 people in this world that would actually wholeheartedly celebrate and embrace the news of another baby for me (and none of them are my husband), and I am in a real quandary.
I love my job and it's going great. I'm steadily adding more hours as my kids get older, so the extra money is also nice. As the kids get older, it's easier to carve out time to exercise more, spend a little more time with my husband, and (on occasion) farm children out to friends and relatives who are able to manage a few kids (but not a few babies) so that I can spend time with husband, spend quality one-on-one time with kids, work out, organize the house, etc.
On the flip side, my career will always be there, but I only have a short window in which to birth and raise children. The first 7 years of that window have flown by in a way that frightens me - so I know some part of me would be grateful for the excuse to make the window a little wider by adding another child. When the kids are gone, hubs and I will have so much time together we will be sick of looking at each other. Exercising can be overrated (I always eat more when I work out so it's an exercise in futility, anyway), travel will be there when I retire, and I can hire someone else to clean my house if it means that much to me.
Of course, a 4th baby would mean I'd probably have to temporarily throw in the towel on work, which would mean less money, which would mean more stress (and no cleaning lady)....you can see the vicious cycle of this thought process.
So what are your thoughts on how to know when enough is enough? Does anyone out there have a 10-point checklist I can use? Because my husband totally responds better to analytical data in decision making.
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