So,
I talked my SO into having a baby (less talking him into it, more like explaining I want a baby and that being that ;)) and along came my DC1 who he adores and couldn't imagine being without.
Then here I go saying I want another! I knew I wanted another as soon as DC1 was born, as they got older I knew I wasn't quite complete yet. Just as we were about to give up trying (multiple mc's) we got a sticky one! DC2 is now the happiest little 8 month old and they get along as well as a 3 year old and an 8 month old can!
And I think I feel complete.
I only say think because the idea of having another child terrifies me. I can't give myself away anymore and give up my body for another year and then fight to get back into shape and feel like me again, not to mention the balance of taking care of a newborn with TWO rugrats going wild. It was bad enough doing it with just one older one running around knowing I couldn't with a baby attached to my boobs! And I feel like it would take away from me cherishing my two little ones growing up in the here and now.
But, I LOVED being pregnant. The idea of never having another baby wiggling and kicking and the joy of it all makes me so sad. I actually even love labour and delivery, and those newborn cuddles and seeing them grow gaahhh. I love 'em!
How did you guys know you wasn't done/how do you feel not having another when you were semi on the fence about it?