My husband always tells me that I'm good for him. He's the type of person that likes to float in the clouds while I have my feet firmly planted on the ground. He says I can always bring him back down to earth. I'm not sure if I was just born that way or through life's journeys I gradually became that way. That's not to say I don't have dreams and wishes. In fact, there's a part of me that likes to float on Cloud 3 every once in a while. And by floating on Cloud 3 I mean I get an inkling to have another baby, a baby girl. I love my boys more than anything and most days I feel complete. Then there are days, like today, I get a tug on my heart and dream about having a little girl.
My husband has 3 kids, a daughter from a previous relationship and our 2 boys. He says he doesn't want anymore, but he'd be willing to try for a girl if it was what I really wanted. I appreciate and find it awfully sweet that he would be willing to have another to fulfill my dream. But then there's that part of me that has my feet so rooted to the ground that makes me question the reality of having another. Can we afford another baby? Can I handle being a SAHM with 3 kids? How would it effect the boys? What if we were to have another boy? How would I feel? And with these questions come doubt and eventually I push the idea of having another baby to back of my mind once again.
I hate when people ask us if we are going to have another or if we are going to try for a girl. Our automatic answer is to look at them like they are crazy and tell them maybe in a few years. But behind that look is tinge of pain in my heart. Will we ever have another? Not just another, but a girl? Right now I just don't know. What I do know is whatever happens, I'm eternally greatful for my boys. They are the light of my world and I can't imagine my life without them.
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