I feel a little silly admitting to this, but I really always wanted a houseful of kids...
I don't know how to process this really, and just wanted to hear some of you mama's thoughts.
When this baby is born, my girls will be 19 & 10 yrs. old.
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A few bad relationships and several losses mixed in there and here I am. HAPPY and relatively secure at last.
Pregnancy has NEVER been "fun" for me. In fact it is quite hard on me. The first trimester I can hardly get out of bed (or out of the bathroom) due to severe m/s. 2nd trimester I get huge quickly, carpal tunnel sets in, my hips separate to the point of walking is almost impossible. 3rd trimester I can't breathe, I am HUGE, I can't walk & my arms are useless.
Now mind you:
Labors go great, births go great, EBF goes great, kids are great...
it's that 9 mos. that nearly kills me.
Now here I am, still pg. and ALREADY wondering about "the next one". I am not convinced this is my last baby, however the REALITY is... I'm not getting any younger, pregnancy isn't getting any easier, and WHY AND HOW could I possibly be pregnant for 9 mos. with an infant in arms, or even a toddler, the way it effects me???!!!! Am I insane?
I feel like the clock is ticking, and reality is looming and I can't even THINK this is the last baby I will have.
I tell myself that "let nature take it's course" and it will all work out. I worry that this baby won't get all it needs from me because I'll be so concerned about getting pg. quickly, but that is the LAST thing I need to do, because my milk dries up when I get pg. THEN the m/s kicks in and I'm useless. sigh...
Dh is fine with one (this is his first) but he doesn't seem to "mind" the thought of more... he's not going to ask that of me though. He knows that pg. is hard on me and would never ask me to do it at all...
I feel like I'm damned if I do, and damned if I don't. I don't want to always regret not "trying" for more. I don't want to pass this baby by in order to hurry and get "my last baby" in before I'm "too old" either. I figure it's not impossible to conceive naturally at 42 or 43... but do I want to do that to my body again with a toddler around?
I guess I really wish it were obvious to me, and that I was content with "this will be my last baby"... but I just can't let it go yet.
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Why am I lamenting the potential end of my fertile years, sitting here pregnant as I could possibly be?!?!
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I guess I wish I were 10 years younger so that I could have another one in 9 or 10 years...that seems to be the kind of spacing that my body (and kids) can handle... Maybe if I'd given birth in a hospital and had nightmarish experiences I'd be "done"... Maybe if I had twins I'd know for SURE I was done...
Maybe maybe maybe...
I still can't believe that I want more babies (that I can breastfeed) when it's so hard to carry them! I'd consider adoption, but I really want to birth them and nurse them.
I don't know how to process this really, and just wanted to hear some of you mama's thoughts.
When this baby is born, my girls will be 19 & 10 yrs. old.
:A few bad relationships and several losses mixed in there and here I am. HAPPY and relatively secure at last.
Pregnancy has NEVER been "fun" for me. In fact it is quite hard on me. The first trimester I can hardly get out of bed (or out of the bathroom) due to severe m/s. 2nd trimester I get huge quickly, carpal tunnel sets in, my hips separate to the point of walking is almost impossible. 3rd trimester I can't breathe, I am HUGE, I can't walk & my arms are useless.
Now mind you:
Labors go great, births go great, EBF goes great, kids are great...
it's that 9 mos. that nearly kills me.
Now here I am, still pg. and ALREADY wondering about "the next one". I am not convinced this is my last baby, however the REALITY is... I'm not getting any younger, pregnancy isn't getting any easier, and WHY AND HOW could I possibly be pregnant for 9 mos. with an infant in arms, or even a toddler, the way it effects me???!!!! Am I insane?
I feel like the clock is ticking, and reality is looming and I can't even THINK this is the last baby I will have.
I tell myself that "let nature take it's course" and it will all work out. I worry that this baby won't get all it needs from me because I'll be so concerned about getting pg. quickly, but that is the LAST thing I need to do, because my milk dries up when I get pg. THEN the m/s kicks in and I'm useless. sigh...
Dh is fine with one (this is his first) but he doesn't seem to "mind" the thought of more... he's not going to ask that of me though. He knows that pg. is hard on me and would never ask me to do it at all...
I feel like I'm damned if I do, and damned if I don't. I don't want to always regret not "trying" for more. I don't want to pass this baby by in order to hurry and get "my last baby" in before I'm "too old" either. I figure it's not impossible to conceive naturally at 42 or 43... but do I want to do that to my body again with a toddler around?
I guess I really wish it were obvious to me, and that I was content with "this will be my last baby"... but I just can't let it go yet.
:Why am I lamenting the potential end of my fertile years, sitting here pregnant as I could possibly be?!?!
:I guess I wish I were 10 years younger so that I could have another one in 9 or 10 years...that seems to be the kind of spacing that my body (and kids) can handle... Maybe if I'd given birth in a hospital and had nightmarish experiences I'd be "done"... Maybe if I had twins I'd know for SURE I was done...
Maybe maybe maybe...I still can't believe that I want more babies (that I can breastfeed) when it's so hard to carry them! I'd consider adoption, but I really want to birth them and nurse them.












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We have had lots of conversations about family size and all, though, which has been nice. I have always wanted 3 kiddos but I have a feeling we're going to end up having just 2. I really only want to do this pregnancy thing one more time. The first tri was so awful, and while I like this part where the baby moves I just don't see doing this more than one more time unless it's by accident