Thought I'd chime in, although it's been way too long since I've been on here. We are very done. We discussed through the last part of the pregnancy how he was done. I wasn't sure. Well, God made the decision for us. Less than a week after he was born, I started having heart problems. I couldn't get my resting heart rate out of the 40s, and sometime it would drop below 40. I was re-admitted to the hospital and they ran a ton of tests and determined it was possibly fatigue from the birth (aka, they have no clue what was going on but it stopped). We're both sure now. I don't want to go through that again. So, in 2 weeks when I go to my 6 week checkup, I'll be scheduling to get the Essure implants.
Part of me is sad. This is the last time I'll nurse a newborn, last time I'll wrap up a tiny baby on my chest. He's already in size 1 diapers (sposies)!! It seems like he knows he is the last, so he's rushing to catch up with his siblings! But, there's the part of me that knows we're moving on to another great part of our lives. Ari starts homepreschooling this fall, after the Essure I can start actively losing weight and getting fit (gonna start the couch to 5k program after the procedure, hoping to run a 5K by next winter), we plan on starting to invest in camping supplies and taking the kids camping, and (very exciting) when Josiah weans (at least 2 years from now) I will be getting a breast lift and reduction!! I'm a 42F and I have scoliosis so it's very much medically needed.
We've always got our heart open to adoption, but we also keep in mind the fact that both our parents are raising children right now too. My in-laws are raising their 7 year old grandson and his mother is bi-polar and unstable, and my parents have my three adopted siblings who are 12, 11 and 9. If something were to happen to either of our parents, we would be the guardians of the children. So, that is always something we have to keep in our thoughts. While adoption is a thought, I don't want to be raising children at the same time Arianna is. I love my siblings to death, but I sometimes wish my mom could just be a grandma, KWIM?