
"So, when are you having another baby?"
If I had a dollar for every time I’ve been asked that question, I’d probably have about 84 bucks… which isn’t a huge amount of money but IS a huge amount of times to be asked that question.
Since my daughter arrived nearly four years ago, people — everyone from close friends to strangers in the shops — have seemed very eager to know when I’ll be giving her a sibling.
"We’re happy with one," I smiled whenever someone asked. Or on the more testing days, I’d say, "one is more than enough."
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So many people told me I’d change my mind. That when I was out of the brain fog and the nappies and the leaps and the broken sleep and the starting solids, I’d feel different. And part of me thought that might be true.
But I didn’t change my mind. Neither did my husband. We’d have conversations where we’d try to convince ourselves we should go again. That we might regret it later if we don't.
But we’re totally content. We’re sleeping again (most nights). And we're very happy being a 'triangle family'.