Whether or not to attempt to spawn further offspring has been a topic on pretty high rotation here of late.
When Holly was first born I got the full dose of mummy hormones after she came out the front door (as opposed to the sun roof like her brother) relatively drug free and a pretty straightforward birth. Right away I was declaring that a third baby was definitely on the cards but I think that had more to do with the fact that I was basically high. It’s like taking ecstasy for the first time and deciding right then and there it is so fun that you want to do it 500 more times.
Exhilarating but not overly practical or realistic and more than a wee bit life altering. Continue reading “The third baby thing”