It's been happening regularly for years.
Even in the days after I gave birth to twins.
And as those "babies" of mine get bigger and bigger, it's happening more.
Lately, a LOT more.
It usually comes in one of three forms: Are you done? When are you going to have more? Are (or when are) you going to try for a girl?
Short answer- "I don't know."
Not good enough for you? Then dive into the long answer-
"I'd like to know even more than you, but I have no idea."
Bret and I both come from families of six and had thought four kids would be a good number for us, too. While taking care of days-old twins I declared to myself and God that never ever ever again would I do this because it was just too hard.
I've lightened up since then. Sometimes, I've even thought having five would be best.
But what I have remained firm on is that I'm not having another until we get a clear as crystal "It's time" from above. Both times we were trying to get pregnant, we really felt that the time was right. I haven't felt that since Al and Goose came. At all. And I'm beginning to wonder if I ever will.
I've wondered many things over the years. Like, what if I can't have any more children? Maybe God sent Al and Goose together because he knew my body and/or mind couldn't handle any future additions and our family was meant to have these three boys so he had to double them up. Will I ever get that feeling some moms talk about; the peaceful one where they just know that they're done? Will we just skip the whole process and the "it's time" will come in the form of a "Surprise!?"
We may never know.
I take comfort in the fact that we're in a good place right now. I love my family. I love my boys.
Does that answer the question?:)