Thoughts on Three

When I was a kid, I always said I did not want three kids. I hated how it was always two against 1, even though it was rarely the other two against me. And I hated being packed like sardines into the backseat of the car for long road trips. H.A.T.E.D. it. That was one of the reasons we got an SUV with a third row when we bought a new car. I knew if we ever had #3, my kids would not have to be crammed three across like I was as a kid.

The plan had always been two. That's what we had discussed before we got married. But somewhere along the way, that changed for me. And for years, I obsessed about it. Tried to figure out what was the right answer for our family. Doug and I talked about it over and over again. And we decided to let Fate decide for us and we ended up pregnant with #3. And then suddenly, I was sure I had made a mistake. We had a good thing going, the four of us, and why did I want to rock the boat? I was terrified of how adding a third would affect all of us.

And now she's here. And the transition to a family of five has been easier than I ever could have imagined. And I know we didn't make a mistake and that this was what our family was meant to be.

Even if having three kids virtually guarantees that we'll never have good expressions on every face for pictures anymore. ;)