Growing up, all I ever wanted was to be a mom. When I was really little, I told my mom that I was going to have 10 kids and live at home forever....no husband for me.
When I got a little older, I realized it didn't work that way and dropped my number to 6. Even though, over the years I sometimes wanted a career, it wasn't really my main focus. The biggest thing for me was to be a mom. No matter how many kids I have, I don't think I would ever be done.
Hubby and I were way off on our ideas - he only wanted 1. It took a long time, and just when I had come to terms with having no more children, he changed his mind and we added Kyle to our family. At the time, I thought I would be content with 2 (not meaning I wouldn't have more, but just that I wouldn't feel the NEED for more) but I was wrong. As Kyle gets closer to hitting 2 years old (August 28...not long now) it makes me realize how much he is growing up. It makes me sad knowing he isn't a baby anymore. As I have been giving things away, and realizing this is the end, its starting to hit me. Even though we are done, I don't feel as the our family is complete.
I am starting to get baby fever again, but I know that it's not going to happen. That being said, even if we had a 3rd, I am pretty sure I would want a 4th, and a 5th....
What about you? Did you always know exactly how many kids you wanted to have? Was your spouse/partner on board with that number?