1. I have an incompetent cervix. My last 3 pregnancies ended in premature births. I thank God every day to have my happy healthy babies. I know I am very lucky as it is and don't want too push it.
2. We have 3 boys and 3 girls. Perfect.
3. We have no more room in our house. And I refuse to sell it. LOL. I bought it just before having my first.
4. Financially this is all we can handle. And we know that.
There are more reasons too.
Here's my problem. I think I am addicted to babies!!!! I love my kids, of coarse, but every single stinking day I dream of that first year. I know as they grow older they will grow more independent and further from me. It scares the living shit out of me that I wont be able to take care of them, protect them, and be with them forever.
I can tell you this- I am definatly not rushing these years by!!
Thinking about my last baby not being a baby terrifies me. What will I do???? Gah.
I'm starting to think there is something seriously wrong with my head. Other than that I feel I am like any other doting mother.
Of coarse I want my babies to grow up. I much prefer that over the alternative. I just don't know why I am so scared! It makes my chest constrict! If I could freeze time ( or really just slow it way way down) I would. I don't want things to change. I love my children and am going to miss these years as they fly by.