Monday, July 26, 2010
Party of Five?
It's been a well known fact that I love kids, with the thought that the more the merrier. Joe, on the other hand, was happy with one and surprised over the second one. Yet, this past Friday he comes home all giddy and says he is ready to have another baby.
This is the part where I feel like Mel Gibson, "WHAT?".
So, what do I do but doubt him and try and talk him out of it, when in reality this has been what I have been wanting, oh since Remi was a day old. I want that big family with it's crazy days (done) and family get-together's when they are older, and grand babies galore.
I love being pregnant. I think it would be so much fun to add another cute little Riddell to the mix. Bella and Remi would be awesome siblings!
So why am I trying to talk him out of it?
Well, first there is Bella. With her many complications that seems to be more challenging as she ages. It's nice to have two parents with two kids. Trust me, Bella takes one person easy.
Second there is Remington, who couldn't be more sweet and loving. Would being a middle child change that in him? Would having Bella take up so much time and a baby take up the rest, make him get lost in the shuffle?
Third there is the money/car/house issue. Then as they age, it's the soccer, piano, baseball lesson's
Fourth-Our family's help in near to none. In four and half years, Joe and I have had one overnight without the kids. And to ask either three sets of grandparents to watch them is like pulling teeth. My Mother who, thankfully does most of the watching, can only handle a few hours. My In-Laws don't like to be bothered with watching them, since they never had that luxury when they were raising their three kids (actual words). And just forget about my Dad and Step-mom or the kids' Aunt's and Uncle's. The fear of Bella has kept everyone stuck in this mentality that she is breakable and unmanageable. When really she is fun, funny and a joy to be around. She just takes a little extra time, patience and love then most "normal" kids.
So, back to the big question. Should we go for broke (bad humor) or stick with what God (that's for you Joe) has given us?
I asked Joe for six months to decide, but it has only been a few days and I think I am pretty sure of my decision.