There is an
ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM.
I hate to bring it up, but I just can't seem to shake it. He is following me everywhere I go these days!
I almost can't even say it out loud, so I will whisper it.
We are almost, pretty sure, that we kinda most definitely are going to probably want a #4 baby sometime in the future.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, ok. I said it.
Now the problem is WHEN?
When exactly am I going to want to commit myself (and my ENTIRE family) to 16 weeks of brutal punishment?
When will it be the best time for Troy to take over all meal cooking, grocery shopping, bedtimes, sports practices, while I am hunched over the toilet bowl barfing my brains out?
How on earth will Sammy be cared for? He is still a baby, but I want to do this sooner rather than later. No use putting off the inevitable.
When am I going to want to have these "Mrs. Doubtfire" legs back? Summer? NO!
When do I want to wear compression stockings in the latter half of pregnancy? Summer? NO!
When do I want to sign up for more of these awesome things:
Is it best to have a new baby in the summer when everyone is home and wanting to be entertained, or in the spring or winter when kids are at school?
So many questions. It is definitely time to hit my knees in prayer and figure this all out. I am going to need divine intervention to get me through another pregnancy, that is for sure!
So, there you have it. This pesky ELEPHANT is exposed. Now what?