B and I have had the conversation.
And then we've had it again. And again. And again. With each other and pretty much everyone else we've come into contact with over the last few weeks.
Are we going to have another baby?
It's no secret (if it wasn't before, it certainly isn't now, the amount we go on about it) that I want another baby, and now we're here, and we have the space, and I have no job**, I really want another baby; but B isn't so sure. And where I'm worried about birth defects, and age gaps, and more sets of twins, he's just afraid of a little hard work (and the twins...).
Because it would be hard work, wouldn't it? A baby is hard work. A baby, two toddlers and a three year old would be very hard work. I can't pretend that it wouldn't. All I know is that I want it anyway.
But what neither of us knows is whether it's too much hard work. Of course that's subjective. If I'm a lazy bugger who likes long lie-ins (which I am) and you're a workaholic who enjoys laundry and can survive on four hours sleep a night, you're going to find it easier than me, goes without saying. But what I want to know is, insofar as it is possible to be objective about this sort of thing: is 4 children do-able? Does it get easier each time? Do the older ones ever start to be more of a help than a hindrance?
So this is a plea. Does any of my lovely readers have four children? Does anyone know anyone who has four children? And if so, would you or they be prepared to tell all....?
* and if I can't find anyone, that might tell its own story
** and therefore need something to validate my existence (?). I think therein may lie another post...
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