Nope, I’m not a soccer mom. I’m talking babies. With two boys and two girls, it’s decided. No more babies in the Brand house.
This mama is done with baby making. No more huge belly like I’ve got a basketball stuffed under my shirt. Seriously, that’s exactly what I looked like. Freaky. Swollen ankles, heartburn, maternity clothes – goodbye.
Lucy, our youngest, is a big kid now at three. No more diapers. Naps a thing of the past. Sippy cups went into the recycling bin. She even stopped sucking her thumb on her own.
I loved pregnancy. I never got sick, had plenty of energy until those last few weeks. Feeling the baby kick was the best. And that basketball belly proved to be the great conversation starter. And everyone knows what a talker I am.
Even so. I’m ready to move onto that next stage of motherhood. I’m not there yet, but I see it approaching on the horizon. The ability to be on one side of the house while all four of the kids are occupied elsewhere. I’m looking forward to not having to worry a toddler is playing with steak knives or escaping naked out the door to run into the street.
I’ll bet there is a mother reading this right now laughing at me. She knows something I don’t yet. You exchange one set of mothering concerns for a new bunch. The toddler with the knife grows into the preteen with an attitude. I have one of those pre-teens too. A Tween. Mine will be 10 in three months.
So it’s been ten years of mothering.
For the first time since starting my family, I’ve come to a place where I confidently can say I don’t want a baby. After attending a girlfriend’s baby shower a few months ago, I had a flash of baby fever. Didn’t last. And I’m glad my husband didn’t listen to my baby-crazy idea that night (Ha. That right there might be the closest I get to blogging about s*x.)
For the first time, I can say with confidence: no more babies for me.
What about you? Do you get a pang of baby fever even though you are done adding to your family? Does that feeling ever really go away for us women? Please share.
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After we had our first (who will be 10 in October), I was sure I would never have another. Severe PPD rendered me useless and panicked for at least a year, and though I loved my little boy, I wondered at times if maybe I wasn’t cut out to be a mother. Then, a few years ago, I finally felt like “maybe I actually could do this again.” Logan will be two in May and he’s truly a joy.
I am done, though. My two boys are wonderful and being a mother is incredibly fulfilling. But we are content with our two and are looking forward to experiencing every stage of life with them.
I’m one of those women who doesn’t really get baby fever. Maybe it’s flashbacks of the PPD? I don’t know… I love holding my baby nieces and nephews, and a day in the church nursery with tiny ones can be so sweet. But I’m always ready to hand them back over to their parents, and get back to my boys. I do, occasionally, get a nostalgic twinge, remembering when my own were so small and soft, but I just have to look at what they’re learning now, where they’re running, what they’re interested in — and I am happy to be where we are.
Katrina (Callapidder Days)s last blog post..True
I never had PPD, just sleepless nights that wrecked havoc on my mental state for a bit. I’m glad you were able to conquer it and have another baby.
The baby nursery is great, isn’t it? You get to cuddle and then hand them back over.