by JO ABI
I am CONSTANTLY asked if I’m going to have another baby and I am often asked the question whilst surrounded by my three children. How do they know I want another one, because I really really do. Is there a sign on my forehead?
I know it’s crazy. Four children these days is a lot. Four children is a pack. Four children mean we’ll need a bigger car, a bigger house and more money. But another baby is what I want. And I don’t know what to do.
I have two boys and a girl. I have my girl. Who am I to have another beautiful, healthy baby? There are couples who can’t have any. I have three nephews and a niece. I’m surrounded by children. I’ve given away my cot and my rocker. I’m done, aren’t I?
There’s this saying I love. It goes, “Bite off more than you can chew and then chew like crazy.” That’s how I’ve felt ever since I had my third baby. But I just love it. I love everything about being a mother. I never thought I would love it so much. I love watching them eat the dinner I have made, I love grocery shopping with them and having them help me choose food for the week, I love dressing them after their bath, chasing then around the house while they do their traditional nightly ‘nude run’ amidst lots of laughing and the occasional fall.
But to go back to baby-stage…