You are DONE having babies. D-O-N-E, done.
Not because you had another sleepless night. Not because the baby wouldn’t let you put him down today. Not because you hate babies.
You’re just done. You did your duty, got the t-shirt, you’re ready to move on.
Ready for kids who sleep through the night and wipe their own butts. Not because it’s hard (OK, ya, it’s hard) but because you are a better human, a better mom, a happier person, when you aren’t sharing every inch of you – body and soul- with another human. Glad you did it, yes.
But done.
Time to move on and be the best you, the better you. You owe it to yourself and to your boys.
Remember when you fed yourself and your toddler dill pickle chips for dinner WHILE he took a bath? Ya, that’s what first trimester exhaustion gets you.
Remember when you held a 5 week old on your boob while you tried to pull pants full of poop off your 2 year old? Ya, that’s what having a newborn and a toddler looks like.
Remember when you threw a birthday party with ten screaming 3 year olds on 2 hours of sleep? Ya, that was fun, not. There’s not enough wine in the world.
Oh ya, and if you get pregnant again you can’t drink wine. You can also kiss goodbye the travelling, competitive sports, and restaurant dinners you’re planning on with two kids.
Are these necessary to be happy? No, they aren’t. Not at all. But YOU want these things. You want them for you and for your boys and 3 kids tips the scales a little too far to make them possible in your life.
You also love your marriage. Maybe not today – he probably walked right past all the clean laundry you asked him to put away AGAIN – but you do. And your marriage sucks when you’re pregnant. It also sucks when you have a newborn.
I want to tell you it would be different if you did it again, but it won’t. It’s hard. And you did it. You did it twice. So hug those boys, enjoy every new adventure each new age brings, and be DONE.
When you hold someone elses’ new baby in your arms, enjoy it: smell them, cuddle them, remember how you used to love wearing your babies, but tell your ovaries to shove it.
YOU are done.
