It makes me sad to think that unless circumstances suddenly change, we’re done with babies. I really do like having just two children, and I’m glad to know that I won’t be overwhelmed by three or more, but the mother in me weeps knowing that I’ll never again nourish a new life inside of me, experience the joy of giving birth to that new life, and basking in the contentment of breastfeeding a tiny baby.
But it’s okay. It really is. Two kids is more than enough, especially with the cost of things these days.
And for my own sanity, I think two is enough.
But still… the self-pep talks don’t make it any easier to go through the crib bedding, take down the cradle and give it back to the owner who lent it to us, and give away the bassinets that my husband’s grandmother found for us.
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My name is Jenn, and I'm 27 years old. I'm happily married to my best friend and soulmate, Daniel. Together we have a six year old daughter named 
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