Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Think about the effect on the kids. Attention, etc. It's not all about you.
FWIW my parents are both from families of four, as is my husband, and they had wonderful childhoods, are super close to their siblings and parents. They all have great individual relationships with their parents and I don't think they feel like they got "lost".
Anonymous wrote:Wrong place to ask, OP. DCUM viscerally hates bigger families.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:...how did it turn out 2, 10, 20 years later? Any advice for those trying to make the call?
For advice:
1) Consider your finances - how will having another child affect your ability to do what you do now and save for college and retirement?
2) Consider how much time you and your spouse spend alone together now - do you ever find time for just the two of you and will you be able to do that again if you add a fourth to the mix?
3) Consider how far apart your kids are in age - there are pros and cons to having them close or far apart for a fourth but it's just something to mull through and think about the affect of adding a baby to your life right now.
4) Consider what kinds of activities your kids are in - will you be able to get everyone where they need to go if you have four kids going in four different directions?
5) Consider what your life will be like in 2, 10, and 20 years - do you want to have a one-year old two years from now and do you want to have a kid just graduating from high school in 20 years?
Honestly, no one can answer this question for you because only you know your particular situation.
Anonymous wrote:Wrong place to ask, OP. DCUM viscerally hates bigger families.
Anonymous wrote:Think about the effect on the kids. Attention, etc. It's not all about you.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:11 years in, and she's my second favorite. Glad we did it.
You rank your kids???![]()
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Eh. If it makes you feel any better the favorite one is grown and has moved out. So she's the active favorite.
Hah! You remind me of my dad. He’s always talked like this about us and it drives my mom and other pearl clutchers nuts, but my sibs and I love it. Anytime we do anything questionable we’ll say, “your turn to be the favorite now, dad’s gonna drop me down the rankings.” We’re all in our 30s now with kids and my dad still does it.
Anonymous wrote:I have 3. Youngest will be 3 this fall. I am 34 and have those same thoughts about putting up with short term pain and chaos for that bustling Thanksgiving table 20 years from now or that indescribable bliss of a newborn. But then I took an honest look at my comfort level with 3 and ability to handle the fighting, competing emotional needs and my own personal goals... not renovating my kitchen or travel but other things... and realized the family growing chapter is done. Also the fear of someone falling into cracks with 4. Maybe Ill channel my baby love into postpartum doula work.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I just turned 39 as well and have 3, though my youngest is only 1 1/2. We're done barring an oops. I would be content with a 4th, but I'm also looking forward to moving into the next phase of life. And, as someone who had the 3rd at two years older than you, OP, it was hard on my body and I bounced back more slowly than with the first two. I'm back now, but boy.... recovering from that 3rd one while pushing 40... really made me feel old.
Op here, yeah I feel ya — my body is not back but could and would definitely get way worse.
Still, in 2060, am I going to be like “so glad I kept sculpting my still mildly squishy abs and got to renovate my kitchen in 2023?” Because it feels like that is what I would be trading the baby for. The sick part is that I’m not really joking. Working out and decorating are things that I really enjoy and thought I would do in my 40s. The idea of having to talk about things like teething with much younger moms is also so unappealing. And yet...babies are such miracles and this is the only chance. Alas, no, I can’t get the same feeling from holding somebody else’s.