I had a dream that I was pregnant - Fear ran through me like I imgained the venom from James's bite ran through Bella's blood...The pain, the agony! I woke up in a cold sweat shreiking "Please God No!!!!!!!!!!!. OK, so maybe I didn't really scream that out loud, but believe me, I wanted to. It was at that moment that I knew for sure I was done. Here are a few other reasons I know that 3 is enough.
If we have another baby, one of our children will be either riding in the trunk or strapped to the roof of our PT Cruiser, 'cause we sure ain't buying a car. I guess we could paper, rock, scissor it before each trip. The kids would like that, right?
I have zero capacity to do any more laundry than I am currently doing.
I DO NOT want to pay that $1,000 maternity copay yet again.
I'm afraid a new baby would be bigger than baby girl in a few months. Poor little chunky monkey... How would her esteem ever recover?
Baby girl is still riding in her infant carrier, and again, I am not buying a new one.
I'm tired of poop.
I enjoy sleep.
I still have my dixie cup-full of brain cells left. I'd rather not reduce it to thimble size.
I really don't think it would be in the best interest of the other children if I was committed.
Thank you God for the three sweet things you have given me. I am blessed, but please know that I choose to be done. I would appreciate it greatly if you agreed.