Friday, November 12, 2010
Sadly, 2 is enough.
Today Isaac is 7 weeks old. He's practically busting out of his 0-3 sleepers and I'm putting them away to sell in the spring. Earlier this week I went for my postpartum appointment where we discussed long term birth control options. Sniff! My baby years are behind me.
I find it strange that I'm sad about that. I was never the girl who dreamt of having kids. It wasn't till I went through a pregnancy with my friend Tracey that I thought. "I need to do this"... but at the time it was only because I felt the need to know what if felt like to have the baby move inside me. Once it was my time, I realised that I was a natural baby maker. I know I complained alot during the last few months but over all, being pregnant was the time in my life that I felt the best. I loved my baby belly so my self esteem was way up. The labours where easy and extremely short (6 hours and 3 and half hours if I can brag) and my kids are great sleepers so even a few weeks in I feel fantastic and relatively rested. And you KNOW I cook some really beautiful kids. It seems like babies are the things I do best in life and now that's over.
Don't get me wrong, I am perfectly happy with two kids and have no desire to have another. Most days lately I feel like I should have adopted 5 year olds so I wouldn't have to deal with the frustration of dealing with the terrible two's. I'm absolutely sure that we're done but I mourn none the less. There are lots of things to look forward to but I can't help but be sad. But just a little.