"Are you having anymore?"

In the last week or so I have been posed by the question several times, "are you going to have anymore?". These people are referring to children. People ask such questions as. "Do we want to try for a boy?, Are you done?, Are you ready for another one?".
I can't help but feel like I am sitting at a dining table, I have already finished my plate, and in my case I haven't just had seconds but thirds. And I get asked if I want more.
Do you know that feeling when you think you could still eat a little more because at that particular moment it tastes so good, and so you agree to have another helping. But then about twenty minutes after you eat you feel dreadfully sick and wished you would have stopped two helpings ago.
This is where I am at. Do I take another helping and enjoy the precious moments of childhood and having a new little spirit in our home. Savor the flavor of sweet soft baby skin, kisses and cuddles. Is there just one more helping, one more child waiting to be a part of our family?
But then there is the other side of the plate. Will I feel completely stuffed and stretched in more ways than one? Can my body go through this again? Literally being stretched, the weight gain, the nausea, the weight gain, varicose veins, the headaches, did I say the weight gain!? Particularly in the upper breast region. And then there is the stretch on my mental health. Can I still be a good mommy when I am going through sleep deprivation, post pardum depression, no alone time with just myself or my husband. Or will I just turn into the wicked witch of our house?

So as I sit with a blank and flushed face, starring at my plate. I am barely able to eat the portions I've been given. And then I look back at those people asking me if I want to have anymore. And I tell them, "I don't know right now, I'm still trying to let what I've already eaten digest."

More Birthdays

Last week we celebrated Monty and Leah's birthdays. Leah is a big six year old and Monty turned the wise old age of 37. For some reason that sounds much older than 36. He still feels like he is in his mid twenties. Fortunately he doesn't act like it.

Leah is finishing her year in kindergarten. She has grown up so much this year. Besides getting taller she is reading and doing math. She is starting to become much more responsible and helpful at home. She still has her amazing unique personality. She is always thinking and trying to figure out why things are the way they are. She loves to play with friends and dance and sing. Last week she gave the lesson for family home evening. She did such a great job.
We recently went skating and when we first got to the roller rink she was very hesitant to go skate and wanted to hold my hand the whole time. After one time around the rink she dropped my hand and said, "see ya mom". As if she was a pro skater after one round. It's great to see your childs confidence grow right before your eyes. GO LEAH!