Have I been bitten by the venemous bite of the baby bug yet again? It seems to be biting hard and fast around these parts nowadays. I'm not too sure how many or few children we'll end up having. It's hard to imagine us stopping at just two but there are the days when no more children seems like a really mature and wise decision for the sake of mine and Dustin's sanity. Part of me just wants to get it over with now so we can be free of diapers by the time we turn eighty. But I'm so enjoying the freedom that comes with children getting older. Maybe freedom is the wrong word choice. Actually, come to think of I still have very little freedom and the hope of such a luxury seems like a tiny door at the end of a loooooong narrow hallway. And why does it seem as though I'm running on a treadmill trying to get to it?
again. . . sigh.
Any of you veterans with grown children have any advice for me? Space em out? Or jam pack em into a few short years and be done with it?