You know that in a little over a month, we’ll be having our fourth baby. You may or may not know that I’ve always wanted four kids (probably because I came from a family of six and thought it was a good, round number). T. knew that before we got married, and as an only child and person who loved me, he went along with it. Two more than I already had…no big deal, right?

So, I got pregnant with E. Belle at just about the same time that we got married. And while I was pregnant, I got the occasional foot or back rub, offer for a late-evening snack, or popsicle brought to me. T. and I were all about the popsicles that summer two years ago….we ate A LOT of them.

This time around? I have yet to get either of my feet rubbed, or my back, or any offers for any late-evening anything.

Well, this morning, I had an AHA! moment in the shower. Last night, I had a headache and needed some “quiet time” after supper, so I went up to our room. It was quiet until Ivy decided that she needed to see me. After awhile, I gave the kids a bath, put them to bed, and went back to our bed. T. came up to see what I was doing (I was playing Angry Birds. Yes, my 5yo has gotten me addicted to the game on my phone.). I got up to go to the bathroom, and moaned and groaned, just like any pregnant hippopotamus would getting out of bed. T. said something along the lines of “if you’re so uncomfortable being pregnant, maybe you should not get pregnant again.”.

Hmmm.

Standing in the shower this morning, I thought…..maybe, just maybe, he’s subconsciously NOT trying to help me be comfortable by rubbing my feet, etc, because he thinks that it will make me want to have another baby.

Now, chances are very, very good that this little Bean will be our last baby. And I know that the fact that I have not said the words “this is the last baby” out loud has made T. very, very nervous. And probably the only reason that I haven’t said it is that it would make me very, very sad to see Bean going through all of his milestones and knowing that I will never again have that newborn, infant, toddler in my arms.

I love you, T.And I promise that a foot rub or popsicle will NOT make me want another baby. It will just make me a very happy wife. 🙂