You know that moment between knowing you are SO done with having more babies and getting rid of the very last pieces of baby furniture you will ever have? And you stop for a second. You think… What’s one more? 
I had this feeling when B1 was a baby. I knew I wanted more than just one child but it was when he went from the cot to a bed and starting doing things for himself that I really wanted another one. Two years and one month after B1 was born, B2 entered the world. I thought I wanted three but after trying for a while and talking we decided two was enough. Two was plenty.
So of course now that we had planned to move forward and get on with life I fell pregnant. Isn’t that always the way?! We had a few complications at the beginning with a Subchorionic Hematoma. What is that you ask? It is basically blood clots that form within the layers of the placenta. More often than not, they resolve themselves and I was one of the fortunate ones that it did. Once that cleared up the pregnancy was smooth sailing with the exception of painful varicose veins. You can read about my third pregnancy here and how it isn’t all glamorous.
Now Poppet turns two in June and it has gone so fast. I don’t know whether it is because the ‘fluffy puppy’ period is over and she has turned into a cheeky little shit of a kid (like all kids do) or maybe it is because everyone around me is having brand new tiny bundles that the thought crosses your mind about adding another to the family. I know deep down I don’t want any more. I have had three caesarean sections which has resulted severe scar tissue, making it extremely difficult if I were to have another one. Financially it would be crazy, our cars wouldn’t accommodate another and the list goes on. It wouldn’t be ideal. But… those damn hormonal ovaries keep gooing and gahhing every time I come within a few metres of a baby. Seeing their tiny little fingers and chubby little thighs. Teeny button noses and that smell….that delicious smell of new baby.
I don’t want more babies but I can’t make the ovaries be quiet!
Please tell me I’m not alone!
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No, you are not alone. I made an agreement with my hubby that when my #3 was two years old we would decide I’d we would have #4. I was still deciding when the time came and couldn’t make up my mind so my husband went and had a vasectomy. I don’t know if I was done having any more babies but I still think about it and how one more would have nice, how old they would be now. Now I feel too old to go through all that again at (only) 42 and my kids are at a good age now. 14, 12 and 10.
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Thank you Rachael. Haha I love he went and made the decision for you both. I feel too old at 28 to do it again, our youngest will be 2 in June and the three of them have me run ragged already. I don’t think I’d have it in me again. haha
You are not alone! I had my first two 12.5 months apart and was done…or so I thought. When they were 9 and 10 and I was 40, my ovaries began shouting – loudly – and now, at 45, I have a 15, 14 and 3 year old and am loving it! Ask me again when I have one in Year 10, one in Year 11 and another starting Kinder next year…
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Those damn ovaries!! They need to keep their thoughts to themselves Kylie. hehe. I thought I was mad after falling pregnant (not planned) with our youngest as our boys were in school and we were starting the whole baby thing from scratch!!
This has put into words exactly how I feel! Thank you for letting me know I’m not alone.
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It is my pleasure Michelle. I’m glad it is not just me and you can relate to this illogical feeling.
You are far from alone!
I can’t hear anything over the screaming coming from my own ovaries & the noise levels from our six children. A seventh child would be impractical – not impossible but impractical. Upgrade the car, juggle the bedrooms around, then there is the teenage years to take into consideration plus all their schooling & food bills!
No matter how I try to convince myself, I keep thinking “What’s one more?”
Luckily (or not so luckily if you ask my uterus) Mr Minion is the voice of reason. It takes two to Tango, & there isn’t any productive tango’ing happening here LOL
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hahaha you crack me up Hayley!! Thank you for letting me know I’m not alone and you too feel the same. Although I would like to believe at some point us women grow out of this. Maybe menopause is something that will kill the feelings? haha
You’re not alone! I’m 99% sure I don’t want another one most of the time, but sometimes, particularly when I’m holding a new baby, I think, “oooooh just one more!”.
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Yes yes yes Christine! Thank you. My little sister and close friend are having babies in April and while I love to embrace the cuteness (and hopefully repel the urges) I can give them back!!
I love this post, my ovaries are super noisy too! I can go from being completely rational about not having another baby, we can’t afford it and couldn’t manage another one etc to being completely sure that I have to have one more chance to hold my newborn again. In the space of 1 hour. I know in my heart that it really can’t happen, but once I get to be too old to conceive it will break my heart!!
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Why are women so emotionally indecisive when it comes to babies? They cry, poo, eat and sleep. Yet we always want more!! WHY oh why? Thanks for your comment Laney and letting me know I’m not alone.
I recall that when I was in hospital with my daughter I had this extreme desire to want to have another baby straight away. I think it is quite natural to want to have more babies – our survival as a species once depended on it!
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haha wow! My ovaries weren’t that keen. Lol. Your theory would definitely make sense Sara.
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