This pregnancy's days are numbered. No more counting months or weeks; I've reached the point of counting down days. Where did those previous 38 weeks go? The ones that felt as if they were dragging and never ending at times. Have I really reached the end of maternity jeans and insatiable pregnancy cravings of supermarket sushi and pickles? Am I closing this childbearing chapter of my life? I think so. And I am content.
Now it's a totally different story if you ask my husband! He wants six kids. SIX! He comes from a huge family with lots and lots of siblings and cousins. I told him we can't outgrow our car because I refuse to drive around in an airport shuttle style van. He's still not convinced. I threatened to leave him with all the kids for an entire weekend alone. I'm certain he'll see that four kids is just right for our family two hours into that weekend alone.
Though I am content, I am also very sad. I love everything about pregnancy. Yes, seriously. Mind you, I don't getRead More »from Why I'm Perfectly Happy with Closing the Baby Chapter