....while waiting for DH's vasectomy. We’re a bit shellshocked and torn.
I’m uncomfortable with the idea of terminating knowing how magical our existing children are. But life feels so wonderfully easy right now and 3 wasn't the plan. Continuing with this will naturally shake that right up. But we panicked about changing everything before both #1 and #2, and it's all worked out. But then I keep hearing about how the world is made for families of 4 and I go around in circles.
I come from a big family and enjoyed the chaos. My siblings must have too as they now have 3 or 4. But they're 10 years ahead of me and say the finances were easier. Online seems full of people who regret their third. People lament the difficulties of rollercoasters and hotel rooms like they're every day experiences. I only went to theme parks on school trips and it didn't really occur to me that wasn't normal! Normal for us is walks, beach trips, libraries, picnics, camping, ferrys....in that world 5 doesn't feel hugely more than 4. Though the roof box might need an upgrade.
The logical side says stop at two; the emotional side keeps having visions of 3 faces around the table or in the rear view mirror and that feels nice.
How do people ever make this kind of decision? (Though feeling blessed to live in a time and place where we have the choice.) The pros are mostly heart; the cons are mostly practical and I’m stuck in between. DH is the same. He says he feels like he's on a pendulum.