Well, I am soon going to find out. I spent around six months flitting non-commitally between the idea that a third baby would be a joyous and lovely thing, and the mere thought of the three-way reality bringing me out in hives.
I must have Googled about 359 different search terms, all looking for a very specific result. I didn't want to hear about how much tougher it can be, how much louder life would become with a third, or have to face the prospect of things that would no longer be straight forward as a family of five. No, what I wanted to read is simple: having three children is easy and awesome, oh and your body will bounce right back after delivery.
Well, maybe not the last bit. Hell - it barely bounced back the first time. It bounced, but in a different way.
Unfortunately there were only a few websites and blogs that scratched my itch, and I am writing this at a mere 9 weeks pregnant so I clearly cannot comment on whether it was easy or hideous just yet, but I thought I would create this blog to document the fun and games of becoming a mum of three.
I am hoping that having another baby will...
- be easier as my oldest will be slightly less wild and more able to help out
- ummm. OK, I'm stuck.
Wow that was tough. The only other reason I wanted a third was purely selfish. I wanted to have a baby again, to experience those baby days again, to see my youngest blossom into being a big brother, to breastfeed again (currently weaning my 26 month old gradually and it's breaking my heart), to get to know another amazing new person etc. Oh and a year off work would be nice too.
I guess a second point after the fact it will be easier (hopefully) is this...
Another baby will just be, well, an adventure... and I can't wait!
