today when I was thinking about our next pregnancy. Our next baby. Since he or she will probably be our last. And I am okay to be done at three. Three is enough. We’ll have our full house. I am already grieving never being pregnant again, and I’m not even pregnant yet.
How effed up is that? Is this normal?
We have already choosen a name if we have another girl. And, as much as I would love to have a boy, I would like another girl. We are pretty set up here in the Pink department. Another girl would just coast on in.
Don’t get me wrong, if we had a boy I would be pretty excited. I’m sure my Dad would be pretty excited. I am just hoping for a relatively easy pregnancy and a healthy baby.
That is all I can ask for because, really, I’ve got all I could ever need…
