How do you know when your family is complete?
Despite being blessed with four amazing children, I still can’t bring myself to give away our baby bits. Logically another child makes zero sense: the car, the bedrooms, the amount of food we’d get through (it’s already a crazy amount and the boys are still little).
Not to mention my age and the fact I crawl into bed exhausted every night.
But I still get a little envious when I see a baby bump, or a mother holding her newborn baby...
I’m one of four and Mum’s always said she’d have had another if Dad had agreed to it. Maybe it’s a natural maternal instinct? Though my sisters and friends (who stopped at a very civilised two) think I’m mad to even contemplate going again.
Did you know when you’d hit your magic number?