My Number

I’ve wondered, on countless occasions, if I’d ever really feel like my family was complete. Would I ever not long for a peaceful newborn in my arms or stop feeling envious of the new mothers who got to inhale sweet baby smell rather than sweaty outdoor reeking older children? Would something suddenly click inside of me and allow me to stop holding on to the onsies and outgrown Halloween costumes and board books on the off chance that we may need them again? Would that ache ever go away?

I have friends with one child who knew the minute their babies were born that the proverbial kitchen was closed and their family was complete. I have friends who had their tubes tied after baby number one, two, three or four because there was no question that they never, ever wanted to be in that labor and delivery room again. And I have friends who knew for a fact that they never wanted to be parents in the first place.

But I’d never experienced any of those feelings of absolute certainty.

For the last five years, I’ve been pretty sure that three would be my forever number. It’s nice and round and there’s usually one child who’s not on my shit list at any given moment in time. But then, baby fever would inexplicably sweep over me and suddenly a family of six sounded more sweet than it did insane. Every late period was a roller coaster of emotion with imaginary future scenarios dancing in my head.

Until last week, when I finally had my moment.

In a weird missing-IUD-what-the-fuck-is-going-on experience, life with four children flashed before my eyes. The infant car seat. The formula. The diapers. The sleepless nights. The well visits. The precious middle of the night moments. The first smiles. And steps. And birthdays. But instead of foreseeing sibling introductions, games of flag football in the front yard or overflowing Thanksgiving dinner tables, for the first time I saw nothing but dollar signs, stress and turmoil.

And then, the moment was over. There would be no baby, and this time, rather than the familiar pit in my stomach of longing and loss and disappointment, I felt nothing but relief. Lots of it.

So, that’s when I knew for sure: My number is three.

Do you know yours?

About the writer


In addition to being the founder of all things Scary Mommy, Jill is also the New York Times bestselling author of Simon and Schuster’s Confessions of A Scary Mommy and Motherhood Comes Naturally (And Other Vicious Lies)


Nora Fallon 1 year ago

Unfortunately my number is two. I’ve always wanted three but I’ll be having a hysterectomy next month. I’m physically ill over it and am mourning it more like a miscarriage than a hysterectomy. Realistically dh is 41 and I’m damn near 40 myself. I chose the sahm route so I could be home with our boys so financially it’s the best move. Plus I keep telling myself I’ll never have to drive a minivan!! But it hurts. It really, really hurts to know I won’t get that third :(

Didi 1 year ago

Our number keeps going up…right now we’re at three, but with two on the autism spectrum, we’re both pretty certain we want to adopt more autistic kids (they have a harder time getting placed) once I’m done with my Ph.D., as well as have 1 -2 more biokids.

erica 1 year ago

1 and happy. He is 7 and healthy and active child. We go big time for parties, sleep all night and play hard. Great vacations, private school, and lots of cousins to fight with. This isn’t for everyone but for us its perfect. We wanted a small family and some want a large. I understand.

Keera 1 year ago

My number is three but unfortunately my husband’s number is 1 :( hopefully we can work out a compromise for at least 2!!

Naomi 1 year ago

2 had always been MY number…. I got my little boy then was blessed with his perfect baby sister…. I knew in my heart my family was complete…. Then came divorce and a new relationship…. He has two older daughters… Mine are 1 & 3 his are 10 & 14…..
We had taken every precaution short of the virtually irreversible…..
Then it happened…. I’m pregnant with OUR BABY…..
I’m terrified! But oh so excited at the same time… Is that even possible???

Bebe 1 year ago

I’ve said 100 times since my son was born that I would never have another. My husband currently works a job that only allows him to be home one day a week and it’s hard work raising a baby alone. However, now that our son is 14 months old, sleeping through the night and getting to be more fun, I’m starting to think “Well, maybe ONE more wouldn’t be so bad..”. I think I’d like to have one more (hopefully a girl) and then get my tubes tied. My husband, being an only child himself, is fine with just one.

Shanel 2 years ago

My husband is 14 years older than me, and said he wanted to be done having kids by the time he was 42. So we had our two girls (2 years and 6 months) and he turns 42 in July so I figured that was our number – had my tubes tied and everything. But a couple months ago he confessed he wouldn’t mind having another one (via adoption…my baby factory is forever closed!) and…well. it would be nice to have a boy. :-) But I’m perfectly happy with our two. A third would just be a happy bonus.

awray 2 years ago

my husband and I are having this discussion now as well, I can list all the reasons why having a fourth would make life so much crazier, and harder and all the reasons not to, but I can’t help but feel that tug towards having another

Laine 2 years ago

I struggled with this everyday. At One I knew my family was not complete. Now with Two, I feel the same way! I love and lavish the baby time, but as soon as their second birthday hits I kind of want to pull my hair out (if they haven’t already!) I love my 2, but I am thinking possibly 3.

Kim 2 years ago

Well, I’m pregnant with #3, so I guess it will be three! Ha! My answer was always at least 3. 5 at most. BUT, now I know it’s 3. This is it. I refuse to have morning sickness EVER AGAIN. I hate pregnancy so much. I am so so so happy this will be my last!!!

dolcearia 3 years ago


dolcearia 3 years ago

Three. Or 6, depending on how you count. Had my son, now 17, autism plus. Divorce. Met hubby, who had three teen and twenty-somethings, so grown children. Had a sweet baby girl (now 10) and desperately wanted a NT sibling close to her age. Five miscarriages later, one took, and now Miss 6 is a joy. Thought we might do another, but cancer intervened and changed those those thoughts to just staying alive to rasr the ones I have. So three. Happily three.

themeanmama 3 years ago

I was done at 4, I am so glad I have #5!! and yes, I know I am done now.

Erin@MommyontheSpot 3 years ago

This post totally describes what I am going through right now. I am leaning more towards relief every time my period arrives. But there is that little part that ponders “wonder if.”

I’m saving this post to read next time I am confused.

Thanks for posting.

Nikki 3 years ago

I can’t tell you how much I can relate to this! Thank you for putting my feelings into words.

Emily 3 years ago

My number was 2, because that’s what I grew up as – one of 2 kids. But, after 2, we didn’t feel done. And then for a loooong time, I thought I wanted a 4th. I had a moment like yours — panic, then relief, and then I knew I was at my number. I call it “pressing the reset button” on my life and I knew I didn’t want to press that button.

Wendy 3 years ago

4. That’s our number. We have four, and although I LOVE babies, I know I’m done…finished… We are complete. Plus all the money it takes to feed kids, school, activities, clothes, college, etc. 4 is our limit! 😉

Laura 3 years ago

For several years I thought my number was one. And since that one was born with a rare form of dwarfism, there were genetic reasons to stop, although nothing certain — she was, according to the docs, a “new mutation,” since we could find no evidence in either family tree of anything similar going back several generations.

But then when she was about 7-1/2, I suddenly was just overwhelmed by the desire to have #2. Oddly, I never worried for a minute that a second child would have the same problem — and as it turns out, I was right. What I hadn’t expected was to have a boy; I was convinced I’d have two girls. Oh well….but at that point I knew two was my number. Baby factory was closed, permanently!

Jennifer 3 years ago

Two. Hands down. Factory closed. No questions asked. TWO!

Kelta 3 years ago

So hard. I’m getting older. Have one teenager and one toddler and I still don’t know if I’m done. Some days I want another one and other days I’m not so sure, but I know I have to decide soon, since it’s eventually going to be too late to be able to make that decision. Right now, my number is 2, but on another day, that could change.

Jennifer 3 years ago

While my husband had been preaching to me that we are done at 4 all girls I still don’t feel like we are done. But like I tell my husband if we are meant to have more we will no matter how hard you try to prevent it. But on a happy note he seems to be changing his mind, he even has outright said that he want another one. Now just how to convince him I don’t mind “suffering” thru another pregnancy.

K 3 years ago

This question is so hard for me. DH and I wanted a huge family. 6-8 kids. Then we found out we couldn’t have children. Years of ivf gave us 2 fabulous girls. But my mind, heart, body and home ache for mor children.

Mercy 3 years ago

I come from a large family (8) but I never felt like I could have so many. Any time I was asked how many kids I wanted, I always replied, “I’ll start with one and see where I go from there.”

When I got pregnant with my first, it wasn’t anything like the bliss and joy so many people made of pregnancy. I knew I wanted to wait on a second ’till he was at least 18 months. Well, I got pg with #2 when he was 9 months old.

I decided I wanted a third but wanted to give it time since both deliveries had been C’s. We were trying to be careful but didn’t do a good job as #3 came along when #2 was 10 months old. As soon as I knew I was pregnant again I knew I was done and began researching tubal ligation. Talked with hubby about it and he was in complete agreement.

Now my kids are 5, 3, and 2, and I’m honestly happy to be done with pregnancy, and baby care.

Gab 3 years ago

DH and I both came from 3, and talked about either 2 or 4. After PPD with #1, we considered stopping there. However, even though #1 is just 6 months, we both bring up #2 often. I can’t imagine having more than 2, though, so I’m pretty sure after #2, we’ll be done.

Nicole(Whole Strides) 3 years ago

I don’t know. I think it was three or four, but we’re done at two for medical reasons, which is a bummer. I’m still not really over it.

Kami Ayres 3 years ago

I thought “well let’s try for one then see where we go”. I got identical twin boys on my first try. So, two it was for a bit. Then, I didn’t plan or didn’t not plan and ended up with #3. That is my number. I delivered him and the doctor tied me up! Thank God, because the magical number 3 turned out to be KARMA!!

tracy@sellabitmum 3 years ago

My number was always zero. Yet I have three. I always sucked at math.

    Kami Ayres 3 years ago

    Tracy, I always said my number was zero. However, I thought we would try and got two the 1st time. Thank God it was only one on the 2nd try. My brain and body are bad at math :)

Deanna Kyle 3 years ago

2 is it. I’m 44 with a 6 year old and a 3 year old. I’m done!

Jenny 3 years ago

I didn’t have a number in mind when we started. Our first had colic that stretched out into shrieking crybaby-itis for months on end, so there were many days when I said I wouldn’t be able to go through it again. After some recovery time, I got back to thinking maybe two more kids…maybe? Second child had colic, and that’s when I knew my number was TWO. Husband got snipped before my womb had even shrunk back to a normal post-partum size. I don’t make easy babies. :)

Kristen Brakeman 3 years ago

We also thought just two, but then those baby pangs kept coming. They were totally irrational. It’s like your mind just washes away all the exhaustion and bad memories of babydom – I guess it has to be that way or the human race would go extinct. After the third I only had the baby pangs a couple times when she was about four, but I was so exhausted I knew that 3 was it. And I was old – did I mention I was so very old?

    Nora Fallon 1 year ago

    Yes! It’s completely irrational! I’m 38, my last is only a few days shy of 6 months, he had ear bleeding colic the first three months and now is doing this “I’m teething and therefore won’t be sleeping” thing, but somehow the mind just pushes all that aside and thinks about the smell of their head and the smiles and coos. Damn that nurturing instinct!

Christine 3 years ago

I always thought two was my number, and then my third precious baby came along, and I was complete. Then I got pregnant with #4 and had a loss and I was for sure I was done – i did not want to experience that loss again. Now that the baby is three, I am not so sure. I still feel like I am missing a person at our table, even though my husband is emphatic that he is done.
So maybe three?

AimeeWrites 3 years ago

I’ve ALWAYS known my number is 2, from the time I was a girl. Still, there is that strange maternal instinct that pulls now and then. Extremely dangerous pregnancies cemented the number…but when I really, really knew 100%? When baby #2 was several months old, and I had a dream that I was pregnant. I woke up in a panic; it had been a horrible nightmare. Yes, when it’s a nightmare, you know you’re finished.

C. Lee Reed 3 years ago

My magic number is 1. She’s a wonderful 1. We love our 1. Could there be 1 more? 1 is good.

SB 3 years ago

I know I shouldn’t have anymore kids because I can’t stand my husband and I know we can’t afford it but I really want my child to have a sibbling so she can have someone to lean on in life. I know I would be completely lost without my sis. It sucks that she has to go without because of my bad choices in life :(

Heather M. 3 years ago

I laugh as I read this. My husband and I never questioned our number. It was 2. I had JUST gotten to the point of survival with our first child (14 months) when my husband suggested it was time to start trying for #2. Internally, I moaned. Can’t I just enjoy one a little bit longer? It took no time at all to get pregnant and so 2 years and almost 4 months later, our son was born. Yes, our family was complete. I cried during my labor thinking this was my last time and soon, we would be complete. I took more time with my son. I cuddled him longer, I rocked him longer. I knew this was the last time I would experience these moments. Then, when my son was 2 (and a MAJOR handful as was his sister at 4), I started CRAVING another child. WHAT?!?! It came out of nowhere and hit me like a ton of bricks. No, we only wanted 2. I kept trying to tell myself that we were complete. But for 6 months, it was all I could think about. My husband grew up in a large family (5 kids) and I was part of a blended family (6 kids). I talked to all my friends and finally opened up to my husband about my feelings on a weekend away from the kids. I caught him off guard, but he quickly was okay with the idea of another child. After all, I didn’t want to look back in 10-15 years and regret not having had another baby. Once we made the decision, I felt a burden lift off of me. It was the right choice. We tried for a while, I got pregnant and then lost the baby. That was a painful miscarriage. I wanted that baby. I missed that baby. I was depressed. After trying for almost a year, we finally gave up trying. It just wasn’t meant to be. Meanwhile, my brother was on the kidney transplant. He had meet his future wife and was getting married. After their wedding, we decided that I would test to see if I was a match. We had our surgery 7 months later. Almost three months afterwards, I found out I was pregnant. Holy cow. My body couldn’t handle this. I just had an organ removed and needed time to recover. My pregnancy was HORRIBLE, MISERABLE! Instead of post-partum, I had pregnancy depression. My son was born 2 weeks before the 1st anniversary of my brother’s transplant. He was incredible. Such an easy baby, so sweet. He slept through the night early on, was happy-go-lucky and went with the flow (which was much needed as I had two older kids to haul around to school and activities.) My sweet boy had a personality so different than his older brother and sister. He truly was our gift from God for the gift I gave my brother. We moved when he was 11 months old and 2 days after his 1st birthday, I found out I was pregnant again. I was REELING!!!!!!! I had just moved, gotten my body back somewhat and was feeling pretty good. I kept thinking what had I done to deserve another child. I only wanted 2, but then craved a third. Now, number 4 was on the way. How would I handle that many kids, with two of them so close in age. Again, another tough pregnancy. My daughter was born 19 months after my son. Now our first two kids fought like crazy. It was constant. They couldn’t stand each other. It drove us NUTS!!!!!!!!!! I never stopped questioning why this happened to me. Well, the Big Guy upstairs was SOOO laughing at me. His plan had been in place all along and I just had to learn to accept it and enjoy the journey he was taking me on. Our daughter was not as tough as our first one, but she definitely had a strong personality like her big sis. She took a lot of time and energy and the older kids didn’t like her too much, since she cried A LOT! As she became mobile and more fun, my oldest daughter began to interact with her more. Their relationship changed and to this day, they are extremely close (very surprising for the age difference and stages of life they are in.) My boys have always played together, but the older my #2 son gets, the less patience he has for son #3. The amazing, incredible gift we were given is that #3 and #4 are so very close. They love each other so much and are amazing to watch. We finally got to see siblings who love to be together. My husband and I are incredibly blessed. We know now why we had 4. It’s super hard; we never manage to give each one the attention they need. They pull at us at the same time. There are days we wonder how we are going to make it. But the rewards FAR OUTWEIGH the difficulties. We are incredibly blessed and experience so much love! And no, I have ABSOLUTELY NO DESIRE AT ALL for #5!

Amy 3 years ago

I am on No. 1 and she is only four months old. I remember the moment after she was born and laid on my chest, I took one good look at her and said “I would do this again!” Granted, since then, the many countless hours of NOT sleeping, the crankiness, having to deal with baby and dog while my husband is deployed…well, it got me thinking. I have an older brother, my mom has a sister and my dad is the last of 12!~ My LO is only 4 mos old and my husband is about to leave. Can I do all of it again with a 2 yr old, a dog and a newborn?! All I know is this: it will partly suck, I will cry, LO will cry and I will go through so many milestones by myself. But in my heart, I know when he gets home in 6mos., I will be ready to try for No 2. I do believe that 2 is my number despite the ups and downs…which are just part of life. When I am having a hard day I just think back to the day she was born and the blessing that was bestowed on our family by God. I want that again one day :) At least 2, then we can go from there!

SCB 3 years ago

I wanted three kids, but my husband only wanted two. I waited a long time to start a family, so what we decided was going to be the final answer. I agreed to two, but got a promise that we could replace our very aged dogs when they passed on (he was hoping to be done with pets). I was sad at the time, but ten years later we both love the dog and I don’t regret our decision. Two is a good number for us, and he was smarter than I was to know it. (And I was smarter than he was to know that life is happier with a dog.)

Amber 3 years ago

Soooo I guess that I don’t have the “number” feeling :/ not to say that my husband and I are trying but we are not trying to not try ya know? Call me crazy but my husband and I have four. I had 3 from my ex when he met me and then we had an oopsie baby (I was on BC) Now we both feel like we are just going to see what happens. We have girl, girl, boy, girl. Financially things would be a stretch but sometimes you just find the room in your wallet and in your heart and somehow grasp and hang on to that sanity. But life is an adventure and I am living mine! :)

crzymomof2 3 years ago

My # should have been one but I have two!! Oh well, the best laid plans….

I love both of them but it would defnitely have been easier with just one, especially now that I’m a single mom

Jessica 3 years ago

My number is 1, my boyfriend wants 4.. So, there is talk about more children. All of my friends who were pregnant around the same time I was with my first child are now pregnant again. This makes me consider a second baby, but thats about it. I have never thought of myself as a mother of a large family. I want to be able to spoil my kids without having to put a budget on my life.

Some of my friends have asked me if I’m going to give my son a brother or sister, my answer is always: “I dont know”. I guess for now my number is for sure 1.

Lisa 3 years ago

My number was one, my husband’s was two. We wound up with twins, we both got our way. I get my baby fix through other people’s babies. And even if we wanted 3, I’d never even try because we get things in sets…and I can’t handle FOUR. (p.s. I’m one of four…I have told my mom I think she was nuts/super woman)

Kim 3 years ago

I wondered if I would know when I was through having kids. After my third in 4 years I knew I was not finished. With my children being an average of 18-22 months apart I realized I would get the itch for a new baby every 12-14 months after each newborn. It was like a baby-making assembly line. I went for #4 and swear I knew I was done after my 4th c-section. Or so I thought – 12 or more months later I got the DT’s when I didn’t go for #5 -for all that comes with babyhood. I resisted the urge and held fast at 4! The longing for a new life, a new personality, a new family member continues with my understanding that all real mamas desire all the good that comes with having a baby. The genuine hard work is what stops those feelings from becoming reality. My mom always said, “that is the best times of your life (when your kids are litle). you just don’ realize it until it is over.” I said, “I’ll let you know once I pick my head up”, toiling busily through their childhood trying to remember to look up and smell the roses. My # is 4- 4 amazing girls!

Nina 3 years ago

Mine is four. DONE.

Amanda 3 years ago

I always imagined myself with two MAYBE three if it was a whoops, but after having my first(and only so far) I’m debating if i EVER want to have another. Sure, the new baby smell and all the cute little things they wear sound nice, but Ill just watch someone else’s child. Having one who was EXACTLY like me as a child has made me realize that my mother had the patience of a saint(and hell could of applied for it, for just allowing me to reach school age). I also realize that if it had been me that was first born instead of my brother, that I would more than likely been an only child. Sorry kid, but you just might be an only child as well, as much as Id LOVE to flaunt around a baby belly, have awesome craving that’ll make normal people green, and perhaps have all the pink clothes any one person could drown in…..the thought of having ANOTHER one just like me, simply scares the ever loving shit out of me.

Melissa 3 years ago

I always thought 2 for me. Then I had number 1. He is almost 3 and such a handful but he’s also a heartful. I can’t possibly imagine being able to love another child as much as I love him & I feel that my parenting would suffer if I all of sudden had to divide my time. I feel so blessed that I can give him my full attention as a stay-at-home mom. I realized I don’t need society to tell me that I “need” more than one. I just know it in my heart.

    Kim 3 years ago

    Melissa, this is why you should have more children. I actually felt like I was “cheating” on my first when I was pregnant with my 2nd and resisted getting too attached of #2 while in my belly. But as mother nature would have it you learn how big love is when you have each baby. I have 4 girls now and am head over heels for each one. I do get a very conflicted feeling when baby #1 picks on. say, baby #3- how to ferociously protect & defend my ofspring when they are both loves of my life??? If you feel that kind of love it just increases exponentially.

Stephanie 3 years ago

Two…after a second pregnancy that consisted of 2 months hospital bedrest and my son arriving 6wks early during a 3.5 hour c-section, I was pretty sure we were done.
But in case I wasn’t dr made the decision very easy when at my postpartum check-up he informed me that I was lucky that I came through my c-section (it was 50/50 that I wasn’t going to make it) and if I had another baby, more than likely i wouldn’t be as lucky the next time around!
So yep 2 is my number and I know that’s perfect!!!

Betty 3 years ago

Mine was just 1 which soon became let’s have 2 and then gotta have a 3 but 3 came with a 4 so then my number was absolutely without a doubt 4.

Love em babies 3 years ago

My number is 4..always thought it was 2 and took precautions to only have 2..but God had other plans for us. lol And who better to plan for you than the one who knows your life from beginning to end? I have an 18 year old, 16 year old, 2 year old & and am pregnant right now with #4. So much fun!! One in university, one in highschool, one potty training and one being created…I wouldn’t change a thing.

    Melissa 3 years ago


Tracy 3 years ago

When I got married, I not only got a husband, but a sweet little 3 yr old boy as well. My step-son definitely increased my want to have children. We decided we would have 3 additional.

Then I became pregnant with my first. It was the pregnancy from hell. While I firmly believed what I had was normal morning sickness (24/7 throwing up), I quickly found out I was one of the lucky few to have something called Hyperemesis Gravidarium (anyone keeping tabs on Prince William’s wife Kate?). A wonderful, rare but severe form of 24/7 morning sickness that resulted in several hospitalizations and 6 mos of non-stop vomiting and nausea. Morning sickness my ass. I can’t even put a name on it. I cursed every woman who used to tell me “I had no sickness at all.” I felt cheated and robbed of what was supposed to be a “blessing” and “wonderful” experience. After a last ditch effort of steroid treatment so I would stop losing weight and be able to keep at least liquids down, things seemed to get better. My son came into the world 5 weeks premature, but healthy and happy.

After a year or 2, I started having that “craving” again for another little one (it’s amazing how your mind can forget all the awful stuff). So even after my first grueling pregnancy I figured the second one couldn’t possibly be so bad. I was so very wrong. It was worse.

Tommy was born only 2 weeks early and at healthy weight despite my frail and gaunt frame. This time the sickness lasted up until my little bugger was delivered. Even so, I wasn’t ready to say “tie the tubes” but after such difficulty becoming pregnant with my other 2, I thought for sure it wouldn’t happen again anyway. Plus the fact that at age 36, I felt I was getting to “over the hill” to have anymore. I don’t know why we convince ourselves of such nonsense.

Obviously I was wrong again. When Tommy was a year and a half old we got a surprise…I was pregnant again. We weren’t even trying so I couldn’t believe when the test came back positive. Instead of any feelings of joy, I burst into tears and sobbed at the prospect of another HG pregnancy. I couldn’t think of anything else. Not a new baby to cuddle, new nursery items, none of it. All I could focus on was the extreme morning sickness that was going to take over my body for 9 grueling months. My husband’s response was to laugh and say I was being ridiculous and thinking too negatively. I felt guilty, scared, overwhelmed all at the same time. Even contemplated the unthinkable (as many women with HG pregnancies do). He had no idea what it was like, so how could he possibly understand?

By far the worst of all my pregnancies, the sickness started at exactly 6 weeks. I was on every medication known to treat vomiting and nausea (even meds that are prescribed to cancer patients) that they could possibly give me. I lost 30 lbs in the first trimester. What was even worse is I couldn’t keep down my thyroid medication which is detrimental to me not lapsing into a Thyroid “Storm” type situation or coma. I had specialists out the wazoo using me as a “test” case to see how to best treat me. I was getting shots and infusions every week. Oh and did I mention I was still working 40 hours a week for an asshole CEO that wouldn’t even give me time off for the infusions (I had to use my lunch hour)? I couldn’t help but have anxiety about how this poor baby was going to survive all this trauma. My endocronologist warned me that the baby could be born with disabilities. I was a wreck.

5 weeks before my due date, I gave birth to another preemie. Though small, he was beautiful and healthy. Another boy for the Moore’s, bringing our total to 4.

Well my youngest is now 5 and that sweet little 3 yr old step-son is 16 and learning to drive. Although I sometimes have that longing for a nuzzling baby in my arms, I am quickly reminded every time I have a stomach bug, or a flu that another 8-9 months of constant vomiting and dehydration is not something I am willing to go through again. I came to terms a couple of years ago that I am quite content knowing that my boys are all healthy and happy, despite the odds. My number is 4.

Kiwi 3 years ago

After having my third I realized that my number was one…lol.
But we love them all just the same.

Meegan 3 years ago

My magic number is still up in the air…My husband and I have 5, count ’em, 5 girls, ages 12, 11, 8, 6, and 4. I’m so excited because my youngest will be starting school in September, and I will have the house to myself (I’m a stay at home mom), but every now and then, I miss having a baby in the house…We were always trying for a boy, but instead were blessed with daughters. I think that if I could guarantee a boy, I would go for number 6. Not saying that another girl wouldn’t be loved and cherished, it is just the fact that we never had a boy, and my husband feels a bit singled out, poor guy! LOL

MaybeThree 3 years ago

my number has depended on the sexes of the babies i had – i always wanted 2 of the same or three. didn’t matter if the two were girls or boys as long as they where the same – if the first two were a boy & girl ( like i have now) then i wanted 3 – so now i really want that third!! :)

Anna Hettick 3 years ago

My number is 2. I always said I wanted 4 boys. Crazy I know. But then I had a girl and a boy and we are done. I don’t have the patience for any more! :)

Joy 3 years ago

It’s becoming obvious my number is TWO. Unfortunately we have THREE kids, so we’re doing our best to hide that.

I just got an email from The Bump about “13 Signs You’re Ready for Another Baby” on my blog, my ovaries responded. I don’t want to troll your blog w/my link but spoiler: We are NOT ready. (Ever.)

Arnebya 3 years ago

Four. Our number is and always will be four. We have three. There won’t be a fourth, I don’t think, and that ache will always be there.

Tired momma 3 years ago

I always knew 4 was the number and once we had our 3rd I was so overwhelmed I felt like the 4th would never happen. Thankfully we were blessed with our 4th child just as We was getting the hang of being outnumbered. When my little one was born we had 4 children ages 6 and under. They are getting big fast. It’s like we blinked and they are now 9,7,5,2. Already wish I could go back to the easier baby days. So blessed to be a momma of 4 healthy children. In case you are wondering we have boy, girl, boy, girl.

caz16 3 years ago

Always wanted 2 growing up. This turned to 3 then 4 when married to my ex. Now have a new man and number 5 is in my arms. 5 is DEFINITELY my number lol.

Kristen Mae 3 years ago

Two is my number, because that’s all the eyes I have. If I had one more, for sure one would always be unsupervised… =/

(I wrote a blog post about it too, called “Only if I Grow a Second Set of Eyes, Honey: Why Two Kids is Enough” if anyone cares to check out my blog.)

Cris 3 years ago

I had my first son at 22 and my second 18 months later. It was chaotic and fun all in one. I absolutely “thought” I was done. I loved my household and swore it couldn’t take anymore estrogen than I was giving it. LOL. Then my Brother and SIL had a baby girl…. I WAS IN LOVE!!! At this time my second son was 4 so i was almost done being the “full time mom”, with him starting school the following year. I would drop by their hose just to feed and change her and get one BIG ole whiff of baby before continuing on with my day. Needless to say I was pregnant 3 months later. I was bless (and cursed!!) with my baby girl.
Last year I caught that darn baby fever. My daughter is 7. About a month into my ”fever” my cousin asked if I would babysit for him, and of course i said yes with joy……. Well lets just say that was my baby fever “vaccination”!!!!!!!

    Cris 3 years ago

    Oh, so to answer the question my # is 3

Shavonna 3 years ago

One! Forever and without a doubt! I knew it would ONLY be ONE before our son was out of my womb.


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