So we did it. We finally bit the bullet and put an end to the factory. The baby making factory. So I guess we didn’t technically do it, but Andy did on Friday. This was a long time coming and something we had discussed over and over, but we both, albeit with a little sadness, decided it was for the best.
It kinda drove me nuts. See there is a big part of me that really really wanted another one. That was the irrational part though. The part that doesn’t want my kids to grow up and is sad they are getting older. The logical part knows that another baby at this point would be an added expense, a HUGE gap in age with the kids, not to mention there really isn’t anywhere to put another body in our little Burbank home. We would for sure have to move or add on again, which would mean even more money we don't have. Not to mention we have gotten to a point with our family where we can all travel and it not be a complete hassle. And not just travel, but we can all go to the movies together and dinners out aren't a nightmare anymore. Most of the time. Plus there is the me being almost 40 thing. Not that women don’t have babies at this age, but it does add extra health risks for the mom and baby. Plus do I really want to be getting up in the middle of the night again? Urgh! No thank you.
“Do you really want to have another baby?” I said
There we were, still on the same page in the baby chapter. Only this time we decided we definitely needed to go to the next chapter. Nothing but kids. At least it's not the teenage one yet!