I was so excited to have a baby the first time round, and even the second. But a third?
There’s one thing no one tells you about having a baby.
One thing you, particularly first time parents, wouldn’t expect but trust me it happens. A LOT.
And it is this.
Scenario: Baby is born. Newborn cuddles. Cuteness. Woohoo I’m a parent. etc
THEN
“So are you having another one?”
“Excuse me? I literally pushed a baby out like 5 seconds ago, why are you asking about another one?”
And from that moment on it doesn’t stop. Ever.
This is how to decorate the perfect nursery for a new baby.
Two babies and almost seven years, my fiancé and I constantly get asked when we are going back for number three.
There are variations to the question but they all essentially mean the same thing.
“Are you going to give *insert baby name here* a brother of sister?”
“The age gap is getting a bit big now you should try for another soon.”
And then there are two that I particularly hate:
“But you’re so young, you have plenty of time.” (If I was older would you be telling me to hurry up because I’m getting old….no? Didn’t think so. Age has nothing to do with it. Go away.)