Let me start this post with a disclaimer that it has nothing to do with the TV show by the same name. In fact, I’ve never even seen an episode of “Three’s Company Too”. I only know the theme song because Uncle Jesse and Uncle Joey used to sing it on “Full House”, haha. (I should also add that I initially drafted this post back in the summer… life has just been so crazy that I haven’t had the time nor the energy to edit it until now. :S Read on my friend and you’ll see why.)
Well, we’ve decided to take the plunge and grow our family; I’m currently pregnant with number 3! Friends of ours who only have 2 kids tend to react with either “Are you crazy?! You’ll be outnumbered!!!” or, like one of my sweet friends, “You’re doing what many of us have thought about but are too scared to try.” Comments from friends and colleagues with 3 kids are more like “Congratulations!” and “You’re going to love it! With 3 there’s more of everything: more love, more fun, more moments to cherish.” And then there was the surprising comment from my mother-in-law one night : “You know, if you’re going for three, you might as well go for four.” Since she is a mother-of-two, that comment rather surprised me at first. I never saw her as a woman who wished she had more kids. Then I remember that it wasn’t her she wanted to have four kids, it was me. Which means more grandkids for her. Aha! That woman absolutely loves her grandkids and since her other son isn’t married yet, that leaves Hubby and I to provide them.
Not being a grand-parent, I’m not exactly sure how it works, but the old adage of Grandchildren are the reward you get for not killing your kids pops into mind. I know that both my parents and my in-laws absolutely adore their grandkids. What’s not to love? You can have all the snuggles and play-time you want, and then when you need a break, you send them home again. You can spoil them and give them second helpings of ice-cream (or dairy-free nice cream in the case of my kids) and then send them home again and let someone else deal with the sugar high, followed by the post-sugar-high crash, followed by the terrible bedtime because they’re so overtired, which usually leads into a bad night. (Makes me tired just thinking about it!)
I wonder if grandkids are some kind of status report for seniors. If you have them, that somehow gives you a one-up on your senior-friends who don’t. And then amongst those that do have them, how many you have can give you the one-up. Why just the other day my mother-in-law was telling me how her friend J. now has 8 grandkids!!!! (If she thinks that I’m going to have 8 kids, then let me be the first to pop that bubble. I have no desire (or time) for that many! Kudos to those of you who do; I don’t know how you do it!)
So as the excitement for #3 grows, so do the questions: Are you finding out the sex? (No.) Why not? (We like the surprise.) Don’t you want to know? (Not in advance, no.) We were team green for the first two, and we plan on being team green for the third too. As long as the baby is healthy, we don’t mind what gender we get. That being said, I fully support those of you who want to find out while pregnant. I know a few girls who need to have everything planned out (nursery decor, name, circumcision or not, etc.) and would find it too stressful to wait. I’m all for going with the option that causes you less stress. For me, that option is team green. I like the surprise. For both babies, it was Hubby who (in the delivery room) got to tell me the gender. To have that information coming from him was a moment so special that I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Not even for finding out 4-5 months earlier.
As busy as my life is now with 2.5 kids (I figure the baby will count as a 0,5 until he/she is born), I will try and blog a big about this pregnancy. Lord knows that there have been some funny blog-worthy moments! And then hopefully once I’m on mat-leave again, I can go back to my semi-regular postings. 🙂