The Utterly Honest Reasons Why I Don’t Want Another Baby

Posted On Sep 20, 2020 By admin With Comments Off

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I love newborns. Earnestly, I’m what you might call a “baby person.” I desire good-for-nothing more than the feel of a newborn on my dresser, their minuscule person cozy in footed pajamas. I always knew I would be a mom and I “ve always known” I demanded a assortment of teenagers. What I didn’t recognize is that a time would come when that longing would entirely discontinue. Don’t get me wrong- I’m still the first to voluntary to hold someone’s baby. I’ll rock him to sleep, alter her nappy, sing “Open Shut Them” a thousand times. But I have no desire to have that in my own home. And here’s why.

1. My Kids Can Wash Their Own Hair

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Yes, bathtime is adorable. Rubber Ducks, suds, Barbies. But after 11 years of bathing children, I virtually hurled the two parties the first time my daughter insisted on taking a shower and moving her own whisker. The information that all three of them can be sent upstairs–after arguing that they genuinely don’t need to take a shower because they made one three days ago) to bathe and get ready for berthed while I finish my second glass of wine-colored( oops !) and husk Mormon families on Instagram–has seriously changed my life.

2. We Can Leave Our Kids Home Alone

There was a time when schlepping one kid to football imply dragging all three. Or running out to the grocery store for milk necessitate strapping everyone into their booster seats. Having a twelve-year-old in the house is like having an au pair–only better because I don’t have a stranger living in my house. Running errands or sidling out to an adults-only happy hour hasn’t been this easy since pre-kid life. And they enjoy that they get to hang out with the dog and watch TV and play Fortnite on the Xbox. Everybody acquires!

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3. The Kids Can Leave Us Home Alone

The flip side is that our boys can now venture off without us. One of the benefits to living in town is that they can walk to the regional candy store- even if they are, ironically, the owners don’t like when children walk in. Or they can ride their motorcycles with their friends to the playground. They feel independent and free, despite the fact that they’re only a few blocks away. And we can send them to pick up dinner or something from the CVS. Again, everybody triumphs!

4. Traveling Is So Much Easier

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We were never the family who remained home because we had teenagers. Our oldest was on a plane at 10 weeks. Our adolescents are remarkable travelers, which is good because I have a serious problem where I’m either on a trip, planning a outing or experimenting destinations to travel to before I’m 50. But there was a time when the things we had to make actually outnumbered us. Cases, carry-on knapsacks, strollers, gondola benches. Insane. The first time we went to Disney without a stroller, my husband and I almost skipped down Main Street.

This summer we have three vacations where we are only flying with carry-ons, No checked luggage. All five members of us. I’m nearly really excited about that than the actual outings. When we share a hotel room, my husband and I used to sit in the shower with our wine-coloured and magazines until the girls would fall asleep. Now we say goodnight to them and honcho down to the hotel bar. A year darknes on a family vacation? Yes, please.

5. I Have Rediscovered My Marriage

My husband and I have an stunning matrimony. Through the sleepless nights of newbornhood, the absurd tantrums of toddlerhood, the stress of homework and institution jobs and the beginnings of hormonal adolescence, we’re a good squad. But that doesn’t mean that we haven’t had periods when that “spark” wasn’t there, or weeks where we felt like we barely had the chance to have a conversation. But over the last year( and after turning 40 ), I’ve felt a alter. Our boys independence has allowed us to reconnect.

We find ourselves talking about an interesting story we speak while the kids are out going their bikes. Or we’ll take the dog out for a gait while they’re home watching a movie. This switch isn’t one I thought we inevitably needed, but at the same time, it’s one I’m grateful for. It’s nice to remember that you really like that guy across the room who is scraping burnt eggs off a pan.

So while I get teary-eyed seen when I watch an old-time residence movie, or when a Facebook memory sounds up and reminds me of how savory my adolescents were when they were tiny, I’m ready for this next phase. I like that my babies are actual people who have their own interests and things going on. I like that we can discuss current events as a family and that my husband and I feel like a duet again. As for the smell of a newborn, or those stupid child clothes I sometimes find myself appearing through at Nordstrom Rack? That’s what grandkids are for…eventually!