Two and Done

The debate about how many kids to have or when you decide you'll be done having kids never gets old. I've been reading some interesting blog posts about this topic lately where the authors wonder if they're really done having kids, or whether or not they want more. While I find the topic interesting to read about, my husband and I have never waivered on the issue. Two kids and we're done.

I don't care if my unborn child is a boy or girl (we don't know the sex). If everything goes okay this time around, this will be my last pregnancy, last delivery and last child I'll bring into the world.

My friends don't quite understand my staunch position on the issue. They wonder how I really know, how I can draw such a definitive line in the reproductive sand. They all have two kids and have left the door open for more. "Oh, if I have two boys, I'll try for a girl." "Oh, I can't say what I want right now."

I've known for awhile that I only want two kids, and discussed it with my husband long ago that we'll stop at two. We both come from a family of two kids, and really feel that it's about all we can handle. Two kids to us seems like the easiest family. One kid for each parent. We can all fit on a four-person ski lift (yes, I did think about that). It's more affordable to live in the city with a smaller family, and I'm hoping with only two kids I can avoid the purchase of a monster SUV for kiddie carpool.

I marvel at my friends who have large families. I don't quite know how they do it, but I bet it's fun for their kids to have several playmates running around. I sometimes get jealous of my friends who come from large families whose kids have many cousins to rough and tumble with. But my son seems fairly content being solo right now, and I know he'll be more than thrilled to have that one sibling.

Sometimes my mom laments that she only had two kids. She'll say how she wishes maybe there was another little one after my brother. I get that sentiment. Perhaps in several years when my unborn is older I'll have that tinge of baby fever.

But I know I'll never act on it. I'll be happy to have two *hopefully* healthy children. Two boys, One boy, one girl. Whatever. I'm sticking with two. And I'll be done and thrilled.
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Original post to Chicago Moms Blog.

Sara writes about her life as a SAHM on her blog, Self-Made Mom.