Today is our wedding anniversary. We’ve been married 3 years today and been together for 13 (We got married on our 10th anniversary) and recently we have been making a big decision.
This pregnancy will be my last. We are stopping at three children.
When Liam first suggested getting the snip after this one, I wont lie, I almost cried at the thought. It seemed so very final. Definite. I’ll go as far as saying I was a little bit heartbroken.
No more peeing on sticks and waiting to see what lines show. No more picking out names. I’ve always wanted lots of babies. 3 wasn’t really my plan. But after thinking about it… a LOT we’ve come to the decision that this really a good time to stop.
I’ll be 34 in a few months time. Liam will be 33. Age wise, I feel its a good time to stop. I still feel young enough to enjoy them, chase them, play games etc.
Dexter will have only just turned 4 when the new baby comes. Paisley will be 18 months. There are small enough age gaps that they will all play together, especially when they are all at board game ages or running around in the garden or the park. But there are still big enough ages gaps that they will have their own things too. Their own likes/dislikes etc, hobbies, favourite tv shows and of course their own friends.
Stopping at 3 means that when we get round to buying our own home in what we expect to be around 4-5 years, we know we can take our time to find the perfect house because it will be our forever home. We wont have to move if we suddenly need another bedroom for example. We can look at things like who will have what bedroom, where the christmas tree will go for all of the family christmases we will spend there together. We’ll be able to divide the garden up with a bit for vegetables and a bit for chickens as well as a play area that will grow with them.
There are of course some slightly more selfish reasons for stopping. I will have my body back for one! Just before I had Dexter, I managed to loose 3 stone. Since then, I’ve never had a chance to actually enjoy being proud of that weight loss. Every time I’ve lost more weight, I’ve ended up pregnant again. I would like to think that once I’ve had BabyThree, I’ll be able to go back to slimming world, finally reach my target weight and then maintain it because I wont be pregnant again. Once I’ve finished breastfeeding I’ll be able to bin all of my tatty nursing bras and replace them with bras that actually fit properly and make me feel nice. I can get rid of my maternity clothes and baggy tops and things and replace them with clothes I like. Clothes that fit me where they are supposed to fit me. I will be able to be me again. Oh and also.. Sex! (Need I say more?!)
Every family is different and every family will have their reasons for wanting their magic number.
I’m sure there will be moments when I’ll be sad about this decision. When BabyThree takes his/her first steps or when we fill the in the primary school choices for the last time but ultimately, this is the first time I feel like we’ve made an adult decision, together, for the right reasons in such a long time. I’m almost proud of us!