Most likely to be a bad idea

Our neighbor, Sweet Baby E who is 18 months, was over this morning for a little while to play and hang out while her mom ran the dogs to the vet.

Now I’ve been saying for a while that KP has cured me of wanting any more kids.  There has been no baby-lust going on and no yearning to be pregnant at all on my end.  In fact, I have felt like this is it.  Like I am done and moving on from that phase in my life.  That three is it.  I can see the light at the end of the tunnel people, as far as all the baby gear is concerned, my baby will go off to kindergarten the year after next.  I have even been so close as to feeling like it is time to almost get ride of all of our stuff.

And then today, as I looked at the four kids in our living room, this feeling of 4 being the right number, the perfect number, the number that seems complete struck me so hard it was like a smack in the face.

It has given me pause today and made me ask the question…why?

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