If there’s one thing in this life that I don’t have, it’s a plan. Whether that’s a plan for keeping the kids entertained over the half term holidays, or to get into gear and actually write something on here, or even where I see my life in 5, 10, or 30 years. Whatever it is, I tend to wing it.
I am, for the most part, an “in the moment” kind of person. If I have a plan or any kind of organisation ready, please: give me a gold star. I didn’t plan to become a mum at 20, or to have a house at 22, or to have a Chinese for dinner tonight either, (bonus!) And I know some people have their lives sorted and they’re going to find their other half by age 25, be married at 26 and have 3 kids by the time they’re 30 and live in a semi detatched house with a white picket fence and a big back garden. But not me. So please, for the love of all things planned and organised, stop asking me if I plan to have any more kids! I wouldn’t mind so much if people asked when I’m not pregnant. But they don’t. It seems to be a question that is only raised when there is a human ALREADY growing inside of me. Is that not enough for you? With both William and Bump, I’ve lost count how many times I’ve been asked this, and I can’t fathom why it’s only asked when I’m pregnant?
But I can’t answer your question, because I don’t know. I don’t plan these things 4 years in advance. I don’t know whether we’ll be in a decent financial position to procreate again. I don’t know whether I’ll have a nice or traumatic labour which could sway my mind. I don’t know if I’m spawning the son of Satan in my uterus right now. I don’t know if the rest of this pregnancy will be rainbows and sunshine or turn me into a raging hormonal bitch (even more than it already has.) I don’t know if I do want anymore! There are too many factors into your question. And again, I am currently pregnant, please let me get this one out before thinking of any more!
I know the well wishes are there, and it’s asked in a joking sort of way, but it’s really not that funny when the person you’re asking is feeling like a walking, talking whale who is getting internally ninja’ed in the ribs by a mini Jackie Chan in the making with the impending doom of pushing them out of a rather small hole.
So, thank you for your interest at the potential size of my family, but for now, we are a family to be of 5, (6 including the cat.) and you are as in the dark as I am as to any more future Berney’s after Bump!