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Thursday, July 29, 2010

Third, And Final, Tri

Before I was ever pregnant, I thought it would be great to have a big loving family like mine (I have 3 sisters and a brother).  I thought, "Maybe three or four kids would be nice." 

When I actually got pregnant and chatted with Yohan, I decided three would be best.  Then I entered my second trimester, and fitfully decided I couldn't do this more than one more time - so I would be very happy with just two.  Last week, I told Yohan that maybe we just needed one.  Yohan said that Jr. could learn how to share and play with Bud. 

BUD
I'm now entering my third, and final, trimester.  Everyone says you forget how bad pregnancy is after you have the baby.  That must be the only reason people end up with more than one kid.  Who knows?  Maybe I'll decide I want four again after Jr. is born and I get to see how cute and cuddly the little rolly polly is......NOT! 

I have decided, however, that we are not allowed to seriously discuss family numbers and such while I'm pregnant or in the aftermath of pregnancy.

1 comment:

  1. Good decision. You do forget..that's why I have two. Now Mike and I are trying to decide for good ...will their be 3? That would be the very most!! I think, in my opinion, that it will take at least a year to truly talk about it with out pregnancy and baby emotions getting in the way!

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