I can only hope that no one clicked on this post hoping that some girl on the internet was going to tell them when it was the right time or even if they should add another child to their family. No one is ever going to be able to answer that question for you. That is a choice that you and / or you and your partner are going to have to decide.
This is more of a post on my internal struggle to figure out when a family is complete. I get asked all the damn time if I’m going to have another one or even when we’re going to have another one. First off, that question is borderline offensive. I always reply, “I have no idea.” Honestly, that’s how I feel about it. I have no idea if we’re going to decide to welcome a third baby into our family. I’m currently way too busy running after the two that I have to even comprehend the thought of a third. Plus, three would mean the adults are outnumbered and statically, I don’t like that idea.
Then again, the thought of never having another newborn is kind of heartbreaking to me. It’s not that I didn’t cherish every second with Everett and Aria as a brand new babies, but something about never having that experience of first setting eyes on that new little family member bothers me. I’m not sure if that part of me will ever feel fulfilled of if that’s going to be something I miss as I watch my two grow up.
My struggle is pretty simple at this point. When my two darling children are being little angels and acting so adorable I am open to having another one. When they’re being typical toddlers and driving me crazy, I can’t imagine adding a baby to the chaos. My story is still being written and we’ll see what the future holds. At this point my answer will remain, “I don’t know.”