When hubby suggested to me that we should have a third, I wrote a list of pros and cons.
And if you know me, that will be no surprise at all. I'm nothing if not practical.
So, the very short list of pros -
-sex is fun (sex is actually NOT that fun when it has an agenda tied to it)
-naming babies is fun (naming babies IS fun, agreeing on names isn't).
Oh, and it wasn't on the list but I do think families of 5 look better in photographs (is that a thing or have I been spending way too much time on Instagram???).
The list of cons - massive. I'm not even going to go through them for fear of having my unborn child pre-removed from my care...but as I said, I'm practical, and going from 2 to 3 is a massive jump (ask Britney Spears).
Anywho, the point is I'm honest, and I'm ruled by my head, not my heart.
So - now that I'm 36 weeks, there is a common question that I get asked -
"You must be getting SO excited???"
I don't know about you, but for me the word excitement doesn't spring to mind when I think about child birth, or after birth, or the fact that I'm going to be a sleep deprived zombie for at least the next 6 months.
Excitement is not a word for a person who is about to juggle a highly emotional 6 year old, a mummy's boy of a 3 year old, alongside the constant needs of a newborn.
Excitement is not having my nipples torn to shreds, while wearing a pad the size of a surfboard, and sitting on a rubber ring.
Excitement is many things, but for this third time mum, it's probably not the best 'describing' word.
Don't get me wrong - I am grateful, relieved, intrigued, amazed and curious.
But I am also nervous, and acutely aware of what is about to hit. Plus, I always like to keep expectations low. The lower the expectations, the lesser the fall.
So, feel free to ask me the question, but don't expect me to burst into a rainbow of sunshine and go all gushy. I'll leave that to the first time mums ;)