I was so excited to have a baby the first time round, and even the second. But a third?
There’s one thing no one tells you about having a baby.
One thing you, particularly first time parents, wouldn’t expect but trust me it happens. A LOT.
And it is this.
Scenario: Baby is born. Newborn cuddles. Cuteness. Woohoo I’m a parent. etc
“So are you having another one?”
“Excuse me? I literally pushed a baby out like 5 seconds ago, why are you asking about another one?”
And from that moment on it doesn’t stop. Ever.
Two babies and almost seven years, my fiancé and I constantly get asked when we are going back for number three.
There are variations to the question but they all essentially mean the same thing.
“Are you going to give *insert baby name here* a brother of sister?”
“The age gap is getting a bit big now you should try for another soon.”
And then there are two that I particularly hate:
“But you’re so young, you have plenty of time.” (If I was older would you be telling me to hurry up because I’m getting old….no? Didn’t think so. Age has nothing to do with it. Go away.)
“But don’t you want a girl?” (No. I am one. I know what they are like. I’m lucky to have two beautiful kids no matter the tools between their legs. We got boys. We love them. End of story).
It seems even the broader community care about people having more kids. So much so they’ve done research on it. The London School of Economics and Political Science (LSE) and Western University, Canada have conducted a study on whether having a third child would make you happier.