I can't believe I'm even writing this post because I've always said I've only wanted two children and am fortunate to have two very lovely DC (2 and a bit and 7 m).
However, for some inexplicable reason- possibly the hormones- I can't stop thinking about whether I'd want a third and there is this overwhemling urge to consider it! Why???
I love being a mum, I really do. However, I'd separate parenting into macro and micro categories. On a macro level it's the most life-affirming, incredible experience that I'm completely in awe of and so grateful for. Then there's the micro level daily, mundane, day in day out drudgery of never ending cleaning up and chores. Certainly not in rapture over cleaning the upteenth meal off the floor and the lovely but quite boring endless entertaining of babies. The lack of sleep and relaxation. Why would I want to add to that?? I'm not that maternal!
It's a complete head versus heart dilemma. Adding another to the brood would make us/me worse off emotionally, financially, mentally, physically. It's more time away from the career I've worked hard on. It's spreading myself even more thinly. DH and I have had babies much younger than all our close uni friends (27 & 29). We were going to recapture our youth at 47 when DC2 will be 18!
But- nothing beats seeing your children grow and develop, the smile they give when they see you in the morning, the little milestones. Hard in the early years but imagining family gatherings years down the line with a little clan.
What do people think- is three the magic number? Or is being outnumbered by your children a challenge too far?