When most people hear I have two boys, the first thing they say is, "ooh, you need to have another one to try for a girl." My usual response is to laugh it off with a little, "are you crazy?" thrown in for good measure. But, the truth is two is pretty much perfect for us.
Ugly truth: I am terrible pregnant person.
Some moms out there will hate me for saying this, but I just don't like being pregnant. Sure, there are beautiful moments like feeling the baby kick, but between the morning sickness, leg cramps, backaches, mood swings and Tums-popping, I felt kinda awful the whole time—both times! And any radiant glow was brought on by some serious hormonal sweats, which I think we can all agree isn't very pretty. But for me, the worst part was my anxiety. I was constantly overwhelmed by a crushing sense of responsibility to create the healthiest baby in the universe. Any developmental hiccup completely consumed and exhausted me.
Another ugly truth: Labor and delivery, not my favorite.
Full disclosure, I have fast labors. Like less than 3 hours each child. Some of you out there are cursing me, but I will have you know that there repercussions to have having a baby born at the speed of light and that's all I will say about that…
Finally, the real truth: It just feels right.
I loved our trio, but before my second son, there was always the feeling that someone was missing—like an empty chair at the dinner table in my mind. Then, the day we brought Connor home from the hospital, my husband and I were crowded on the couch with our two boys and I knew… I knew that this was the family we'd always dreamed of and hope for.
Now, I can't imagine our life any other way, just me and my guys.