I’m pretty much freaking out. On many levels. I may need some people to talk me off the edge.
My husband Jon and I wanted two kids. We still only want two kids. We have twin boys so that is perfect. One pregnancy, two healthy kids, and we’re done. I don’t want more kids for so so so many reasons. We’ve already given away everything baby-related. We can’t afford a third in day care. We feel complete as a family.
But but but. BUT. My husband Jon and I went to a wedding without the kids over the weekend. We had lots of opportunities to talk and we both brought up interesting facts. I’d love to be a foster family or adopt a child. Jon wishes we could have another chance at the 9 month and up phase. I’d love to have a little girl with pigtails.
I’m really freaking out. We went from 100% sure we are done to 99% sure we are done. Is this normal? Is this a phase for us (longing for the newborn phase with just one kid) and soon we’ll go back to being 100% done? Is this some kind of backlash against the terrible twos times two? How do you ever really know you are really done?