My mother was one of eight children. Her aunt (my grandma's twin sister) had 13 children. My parents had five kids. I have 22 cousins just on my mom's side of our family. Having such a big extended family made for reeeeally fun summer vacations filled with camping and plays that could actually be cast by all realitives, camping trips where our family actually rented half the campground and just general fun chaos. I have always sort of expected I would have bunches of kids.
Except for a couple teeny details...
1. I am the most unorganized person on Earth and if one intends on raising their own sports team at least a third grade level of organization is helpful. I mean I just sent my poor son to his grandparents house minus his toothbrush, nighttime pull ups and his pink-eye medication. I forgot my child's medication for a highly contagious and highly irritating malaise. Yes, my inlaws deserve a medal for accepting me into their family and putting up with my crap. (I'll be there with all the forgotten goods tomorrow morning, promise!!)
2. I get ridiculously depressed when I am pregnant. Usually it hits a lot sooner than the 6th month, so I guess I should be happy, but it's here now and I am highly unequipped to deal. I'm not really, but it did just kind of hit me like a ton of bricks in the last week or so. Unfortunately being generally uncomfortable and depressed and unorganized does not a good mother make. Like I mentioned previously Monkey was all too happy to go to Grandma's house and I can guarantee when I saunter up to the front door with his stuff tomorrow he will not be pleased to see me so soon.
Can't say that I'll blame him.
All this has led to thinking about and discussing and praying over whether or not this should be our last baby. Such a hard decision to make, but in light of the two reasons above and mostly the second I am feeling like this may in fact be our last little one. We still don't know for sure and likely won't make the final descision until she's a few months old. It's strange to be contemplating such a big descision, because in my family it just wasn't something people did (obviously).
We'll see.
Except for a couple teeny details...
1. I am the most unorganized person on Earth and if one intends on raising their own sports team at least a third grade level of organization is helpful. I mean I just sent my poor son to his grandparents house minus his toothbrush, nighttime pull ups and his pink-eye medication. I forgot my child's medication for a highly contagious and highly irritating malaise. Yes, my inlaws deserve a medal for accepting me into their family and putting up with my crap. (I'll be there with all the forgotten goods tomorrow morning, promise!!)
2. I get ridiculously depressed when I am pregnant. Usually it hits a lot sooner than the 6th month, so I guess I should be happy, but it's here now and I am highly unequipped to deal. I'm not really, but it did just kind of hit me like a ton of bricks in the last week or so. Unfortunately being generally uncomfortable and depressed and unorganized does not a good mother make. Like I mentioned previously Monkey was all too happy to go to Grandma's house and I can guarantee when I saunter up to the front door with his stuff tomorrow he will not be pleased to see me so soon.
Can't say that I'll blame him.
All this has led to thinking about and discussing and praying over whether or not this should be our last baby. Such a hard decision to make, but in light of the two reasons above and mostly the second I am feeling like this may in fact be our last little one. We still don't know for sure and likely won't make the final descision until she's a few months old. It's strange to be contemplating such a big descision, because in my family it just wasn't something people did (obviously).
We'll see.