When did you know?

When did you know you were done having kids?

I grew up not wanting children, then as I got older, like most people I was like yeah, I'd love to be a mum, a mum of 3 to be exact.

When it come to it it took 4 years and 3 miscarraiges before I finally got my first, I had such a rough pregnancy with Hyperemesis Gravidarum that I was so against having another, all I could think about was my losses, the amount of time, and so much sickness.

Until a family event changed my thoughts and decided we would have one more, that pregnancy was even worse than the first with complications added on to the Hyperemesis and I felt so done afterwards. My Husband -super done, he has a son from a younger relationship, and now our 2 and he's happy, even mentioned getting the snip.

Especially since my second is a sleep resistant boob biter who at 4 months likes to scream 😂

But 4 months down the line, I'm sitting here looking at both my babies and physically, I feel like I'm done, there's exactly 2 years and 6 months between these 2, we have a boy and a girl, every milestone is such a happy moment and a reminder I'm that bit closer to them being older, and independant, and my husband and I having some time together for real again, I love them more than I could ever imagine and its so equal, they also drive me so insane, I'm so tired 😅

But Mentally, I don't feel I'm ready to say I'm done, each milestone is telling me that's the last first and it breaks my heart, the older they get the bigger they get the more I realise this is the tiniest they'll ever be again, my youngest has only made me realise how big my oldest is and how snuggling him is so much harder to do as he fights against it, all the love I have for them, I feel there's that little bit more I can give.

And that's telling me I'm not done, that tells me I want that third baby, that I feel my family isn't complete, but I know my husband doesn't want anymore children, I know my family have this thing against people who have more than 2 kids (I don't know why, I admire big families), so that also bugs me.

So when did you know you were done?

How did you make that decision?

What were your reasons?

And how many little terrors until you decided you'd punished yourself enough with their beauty 🤣