Having children has always been such a joy to me. I have four, so obviously I like it, or I did. After my third child I remember thinking I was probably done having kids. I didn’t ever know for sure though, ya know? I never had like an overwhelming since of completeness. I would randomly miss being pregnant, miss having my own baby to snuggle, and would think I would like just one more full child with my husband, since we have a blended family. Our fourth child was a shocker, but I was happy and excited.
A few months after our last child’s birth my husband got a vasectomy. Even then, sometimes I thought Oh lord, what if we change our minds?!
Then one day it hit. I knew I was done having kids. I knew I never wanted another. Both of my sister in laws are pregnant, I had just found out someone else close to me was pregnant. It was funny, because I was laying in bed with menstrual cramps. As I was laying there, I thought to myself dear baby Jesus, I just want to thank you for these cramps and the shedding of my monthly uterine lining. I was so happy for all of these other people, but I was also so happy it wasn’t me. I felt like, I finally get to just snuggle ALL of these babies coming and I literally have to do NOTHING! No pregnancy, not a fifth natural birth that feels like I am literally burning in hell. Just a sweet tiny baby that I can kiss and snuggle and send out the door when I am done.
I started having kids when I was nineteen and had four from 19 to 27 years old. I am ready to be a little selfish. Okay, a lot of selfish. I am attending college, I like being skinny and I’m just not into the baby shit anymore… At least not my baby shit.
I love all four of my beautiful little blessings with their four unique and lovely personalities and I need nothing else. I am ready to slay in the workforce and help make their dreams come true.
So dear uterus; keep doing your thing and shedding that lining that will never be needed to make a baby again and BRING ON ALL OF THE NEICES AND NEPHEWS!! Woot woot! 😉