To Three or not to Three

There is a big debate going on around our house . . . in reality there isn't really a debate - Jonathan and I are each standing steadfast in our completely opposite decisions about whether or not to have a third child.

For me, I change my mind every day - today for example, I'm feeling like two is my number. Both kids are outside playing in the sandbox together while I type - which is really nice, er uh more like terrific! So, I think to myself, why would you want to return to the world of sleep deprivation, crying, nursing again. Here's why . . . I feel like I missed out on something during Charlie's babyhood, maybe I took it for granted or something (mainly because at that time Jonathan was into the idea of having more kids). Then there was a move when Charlie was three months old and all the emotional turmoil that comes with uprooting your entire life and going to live in a place where you do not know one singly solitary soul. At times I think that I might die at the prospect of never nursing another baby in the middle of night or slathering Baby Magic (original scent only) on another tiny bottom.

Jonathan, on the other hand, wants no part of another baby. His perspective is that we have two precious children who are on the cusp of doing totally fun things like camping, fishing, etc, so why would we want to rock the boat.

What a conundrum! What IS a girl to do?