When you’re pregnant with your first child, people are excited for you. They spend the next 9 months pumping you up and getting pumped up for the new life about join the world. And then when the baby comes, about 2.5 seconds later, they ask when you’re having another one. Seriously, Piglet barely had his eyes open and my mom asked “How was it and would I do it again.” 😛
After living with your first for a while, people start to ask more. When’s the next baby coming? Doesn’t little Peggy Sue need a brother or a sister. And so you decide to make another baby. If you’re like us, and have one of each, people will eventually stop asking when number 3 is coming. If you have two of the same gender, you may get asked if you’re going to “try for a ___” but you can tell them you’re done. Two is enough and the questions will stop.
|37 weeks pregnant|
But if you’re lucky enough to get pregnant with number 3, you’re done for. I have not even had Macadamia Nut yet and people are already asking when number 4 is coming and if we’ll be done at 4 or keep going. Hello? We’re still at 2.8! Player 3 is still loading. What if he joins the crew and we’re like “OMG, what have we done?”
What if I have to buy a minivan?
Think of the mother here!
I’m still cool! I’m not a soccer mom yet!
Apparently baby number 3 is the gateway to Duggar-town. One kid? Easy. Two kids? Easy. Three kids? You’re crazy and are obviously trying to repopulate the Earth with your kin. Or start your own Army. We used to joke that we only needed 2 kids, plus us, and we had a tank crew. Well, now we’ve got a tank crew plus one.
But we’re not weird. We both come from families of 3. I suppose it was inevitable. And just because we’re having 3 does not mean we’re having 4. And even if we do have 4, we are definitely not heading towards double digit kids.
Of course if we do have 4 kids, Hubs long con will have worked. He’s wanted 4 since I was pregnant with 1.