Day 11 - Big Decisions

First, happy Saturday!  These days can be so lethargic yet hectic.  Quite the dichotomy.

Second, just want to share an important lesson (re)learned with my Dear Husband tonight - laugh with your spouse.  Over whatever.  Just make sure you laugh.  DH has the cutest smile and giggle when he really gets laughing.  Makes me fall in love with him all over again.  

Third, laughing helps us get through those big decisions.  Right now a big decision/discussion/pondering thought process we (I) are (am) going through is whether to have a third child or not.  It's a doozy!

We have a boy and a girl.  They don't out-number us.  We can each take one to share some special time.  They each have their own room and space.  We can take an evening walk without too much chaos.  One usually balances out the other in terms of moods.  We can stick with a smaller car.  

Those are some reasons we are satisfied with two kids.  Okay - those are the semi-superficial ones.  

But lately, I've had this pull.  The maternal pull.  Yes, might sound strange since I am a mother of two beautiful, hilarious kids.  But I think most women feel that deep pull in their gut at some point that gets your brain thinking about a baby.  I also think the fact that I no longer hyperventilate around pregnant women is a good sign. 

You see, after Little Miss was born, DH was deployed for a year.  That cured me of wanting a third child.  I would literally have anxiety attacks when I would see pregnant women in public with one or two kids in tow.  I couldn't handle it.  Obviously God needed me to feel that way because there was no way I was getting pregnant.  Not being able to get pregnant (because of a forced year long abstinence) but wanting to be pregnant would not have been a healthy addition to my state of mind that year.  

Now he's been back almost two years.  The pull is starting to tug a bit.  It's a continuous conversation between DH and myself.  He's more hesitant than I.  I should say he's a more steady thinker than I.  He doesn't change his opinion much.  I go back and forth....constantly.  (More on that in a different post)  So I understand his hesitation.  I also honestly know he would be overjoyed with a third child because he's that awesome.  He's that patient.  He's that great of a father.  

Could I handle a third child?  Well, if God brought him or her to us, then of course I could.  I like to think I've learned a lot with the first two and I'd be more patient.  Honestly, that's why I'm really focusing on the not yelling and being more understanding part.  If we do get pregnant, I want to grow into an even better mom. 

So....third baby or no third baby?  

Cheers, 

Megs