and... cut. Thats a Wrap.

It has taken some thinking over, but I think it's finally time to wrap it up and be done with this. After Ivan is born I am going to be getting my tubes tied. Should be interesting lol.

For those who don't know; he was a bit of a surprise. I got my positive pregnancy test just a couple of weeks after me and steven had a conversation/debate about how Cara was a hand full and we were done with 3. Kind of funny, because odds are that I was already pregnant when we had that discussion.

Now a few years ago, I would have gotten an IUD or something reversible, pills, shots, whatever... just in case we decided we want more... but damn we are so done. Ivan isn't even here yet and he's wearing me out. That and I realize we are now up to 6 mouths to feed. That's a lot of food. lol Im gonna have to put a lock on the pantry and fridge when they turn into teens.

Aside from the obvious reasons that we shouldn't have anymore children. (I mean, I don't want to be like his sister.. having a bunch of babies we can't support) I have to say that I am at a point where I am happy with my little (not so little) family. Sure, I still have trouble looking at these crazy girls and imagining a boy in the mix, but once he is here he will fall right into place. I just hope he is kind enough to his mama to allow me to escape this final pregnancy without stretchmarks or weight I can't get rid of.

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Take A Break

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