It seems like everyone I know these days is having a third child. For years it felt like everyone was having two. Two seems like a good number; There is one child for each parent to manage, everything you book from vacations and hotels seems to be accomodating for 4 (two adults and two kids); it just seems like the perfect number. I have been reading a lot about the transistion from two to three kids. The message seems to be consistant that three just kind of puts you over the edge. Some say, now the parents are outnumbered, trips, traveling, cars, become more difficult to do and purchase and overall it’s just a lot of work. I can totally see how that can be an issue. I myself think the hardest transition was from no kids to one kid; talk about shock, I had no clue what so ever! Going from one to two seemed manageable because I was already in it and I kind of new what I was doing. Obviously it was chaotic at first, but once we settled into a routine and the sleep deprivation wore off all seemed good and normal. My husband and I always said that we wanted three kids. Three weeks into my second being born, my sleep deprived husband said he may have changed his mind about having a third. We went through a lot of drama before we had our second and that kind of sucked the life out of us, but I always knew in the back of my head he would change his mind. I was content, I had my two girls, my best buddies. I know he always wanted a boy and the only way he may ever get one is if we went for a third. However, there was a 50% chance that we could end up with a girl, actually, I think if you already have two girls the chance of having a third is more like 85%, but who really knows for sure, I always say it’s a 50/50 shot.
Just as I predicted, my husband got back on the three train. So we went for it and I am now pregnant with my third, due September 2015. I know we are crazy. We have an almost 4 year-old and a 15 month-old. While the next several years are going to be completely chaotic (and that is an understatement), I am so happy we did. I always think of the future and having a big family at holidays and gatherings. It just seems right. While I am a little scared (ok, petrified) of how I’m going to manage 3 kids 4 and under, I’m not the first and I certainly won’t be the last. Being a parent is a tough job and sometimes (ok, most of the time) I am frustrated and hectic and a complete disaster, but when I get those special moments, the kisses, the hugs, holding their little hands, being their hero, witnessing them accomplish milestones, rocking them to sleep, being the most important person in their lives, it is so worth it. This time goes by all too fast. My oldest is going to be four and I swear I just blinked. All too soon I will be driving them off to college. For now I am going to enjoy the emotional rollercoaster called parenthood and get ready for my third round!