I now struggle with the thought that I may be done having kids? I'm just not sure. Saying yes fills me with both relief and sadness. Saying no makes me think I might be crazy, but it also thrills me to consider the crazy love I would have for another.
When I got pregnant with my son I was really worried that I wouldn't (couldn't?) love him the same as I love my daughter, that she would always be my special girl and I might resent him for taking time away from her. Of course, everything changed when my little Buddy was born - I love him just as much as my Best Girl, and I am so proud to see their friendship grow.
Back to the question of more kids. If I see a woman strolling around with four kids, a very pregnant belly and a huge smile on her face, I wonder 1) Is she on medication and where can I get some?, or 2) Is she a better mother than me? Bottom line, at least as I see it, there is no magic number, no algorithm for motherhood. In the immortal words of Xtina, "Whatever makes you happy and sets you free."