It is no secret that Bri is our last baby.
Both Paul and I feel good about this decision, and when she arrived...I felt that feeling of our family being complete.
It is also well known, I have a hard time being pregnant. So it was really easy to say that she was going to be our last when I was pregnant, because I was feeling miserable.
The other night somewhere between the 12 something AM feeding and the 3 something AM feeding...I started to feel sad that this was our last baby, and I wondered if I was making the right decision.
In those wee hours of the morning when the house was quiet, and I was rocking Bri in her pink and yellow owl nursery I was thinking...
When she outgrows clothes, I won't save them in my basement hoping to pass them down to another little one.
I will have to cherish all those milestones a little more, because we won't have another baby to enjoy them with.
When I finally started giving Bri baths, and washed all of that new baby smell off...I got a little sad. That is the best smell ever, and I was hoping it would last a little longer.
After I got a little emotional, I went back to sleep...and I woke up and came to my senses.
3 kids is definitely enough crazy.
I am totally blaming most of my crazy thoughts on my lack of sleep...