I’m not going to lie. I kind of want another. Another baby.
I say kind of because I’m not sure. I’m not sure if I actually want another or if I theoretically want another. In many ways, I feel finished. I have these three gorgeous critters, these happy and healthy little beings, no doubt my best creations by far, and it feels perfect. In many ways, in important ways, our family feels complete.
But. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about it. Her. Yes, I assume she would be another girl. Indeed there are moments when I daydream about another character in our story, wonder what she would be like, who she would be.
But. There is this thing called Reality. And there is also this thing called Marriage. Yup, I have a partner in this madness. And he tends to be the voice of reason. And he says we are done. And I think he’s right.
But still. I will continue to dream. There’s no harm in this? Or is there?
Do you think I really want another kid or am just having a hard time admitting that my family is complete as is? Are you still adding to your family (if you have one) or are you finito?