Logic be damned

I want Baby #3.  I know it'll be stressful, difficult beyond imagining and very expensive. But so were my other kids and they were worth it!

I know all the reasons why it's not a great idea.  At some point during this past week though I realized that I was trying awfully hard to convince myself.  For most of Baby Boy's life, more than 2 years, I have fought my yearning for Baby #3 with logic.  It's time to just admit it...I want another baby!

And I can answer most of my arguments against a third child.

I think it would be good for our boys to have another sibling.  How could having another family member to love not be?  Special needs of our first son aside, having another child for Little Guy to interact with would offer more opportunities for growth and automatically widen his daily social group.


As for time management with 3 kids....well, next fall Little Guy will be in kindergarten and Baby Boy will be starting preschool.  That should help.  I won't pretend that will be enough, though.  I know I would be one busy mama. 

As for the convenience of having 2 not 3, well...we already have a minivan.  It's not like we don't have the room.  We already drive instead of fly, so it's not like it's an extra plane ticket when we travel.  Even the bedrooms are currently arranged perfectly for another baby, with a crib soon to be vacant.

Hubby is full of logical reasons to stop where we're at, but I know that part of him wants another baby, too.   I know that if our first 2 children had been girls we would be rolling the dice a third time to try for a boy for him.  So it's a double standard to not do the same to try for a girl.  Although...technically, to be clear, this is not about having a girl.  That would be lovely, but so would another little boy.  A third little fishing buddy for hubby... 

And my final argument...if we go for 3 I would "get fixed" following my c-section.  Hubby would not have to have a vasectomy.

So there you go!  I wish I could wave a wand and be 6 months preggo already.  I'm ready for another baby.

Which I realize is a total joke.  No one is ever ready for a baby, another or otherwise.  And as I finish typing this I realize that I'm exhausted and looking forward to sleep.  Sweet, uninterrupted by a baby, sleep.  And I realize that I'm not completely sold on this whole Baby 3 thing.  Oy.

what we need is a little more crazy

I barely have time to drink a cup of coffee in the morning, what with the lessons in sharing and such we get to start with from the moment my boys come downstairs in the morning. I run from here to there, addressing this need or that for 99% of the day. So it is a little confusing for me that I have started casting an envious eye towards my pregnant little sister.

I conceded the end of Baby Days while still pregnant with Baby Boy. Puking my way through another pregnancy while taking care of a kiddo was hard, trying to do that while taking care of two kiddos seemed insurmountable. Still from time to time I felt a strong desire for a #3. Then my Hubby did something really amazing. He stopped resisting, told me he could go either way and it was my decision to remake. Within 10 minutes of it being a real possibility I was once again cool with stopping where we were at.

Baby Boy's transition into stages has stopped being sad for me, and instead is an indication of exciting days in our future. Days without diapers and baby gates. Days where the kids are big enough for trips to Disneyland, or to be left with grandparents while Hubby and I take a kidless vacation, something we have never ever done together.

So why...why why why why why...do I feel the yearning for another little bundle of joy? I like sleeping at night and not being anyone's milk cow.

And seriously...am I going to go on this emotional roller coaster every time someone close to me has a baby?