Oh the havoc they will wreak!

All my children, that is!

Hubby and I got to talking today about how many children we would like. We've always skipped over the exact amount because I don't think he has ever been sure how many he'd like.

I convinced him of four! Yep, FOUR!

People will think I am crazy but I just want a big family. Ideally I'd like 6 but I know that it isn't really plausible on one income.

Hubby has been so clucky lately. He is so ready to be a daddy again and keeps saying he wishes I was pregnant (hey, you and me both buddy). We're working on it.

So yeah, four was the magical number. He knows I want a big family and he knows that 3 just isn't an option for me (middle child syndrome and all) and he also knows that I won't be happy with just two.

Having said that, getting to number two is proving a tad difficult so I may just be happy with my lot in life.

I often think about that - whether I'd be okay with what I have already. I want nothing more than another baby (or two or three!) but what if that isn't a possibility? I'm not just talking about the PCOS etc, I think I would think that if I had 10 kids and wondered "just one more?".

When it comes time for me to have to stop - will I be able to accept that? To know that there are no more children on the cards and I have all that I will ever have? Even now, if I just had Ella?

The thought of it scares me. I hope one day I will know I've filled my quota (ha!) and that'll be it. I just hope that I haven't already done that.