My husband goes in to get a vasectomy tomorrow.
I’m one day and one snip away form all my hopes of having another baby, a fifth child, going down the drain.
I’m what you call “cray.” I thought I’d be done after four children and honestly, after the last one who brings us infinite joy but is also willful, loud, and a certified #girlboss, I didn’t think I could handle another very well. It took two and a half years to find our family rhythm again after Ellie. I’ve been in baby mode since 2002. That’s fifteen years of birthing and having babies. It feels natural that at the ripe age of 35 and 40 as parents, time would move us into a new phase of life. A phase that consists of family travel and teenage years, sports and activities instead of revolving our whole tribe around nap and feeding schedules and more sleepless nights…oh. my. gosh….