3 is the new 2

This weekend a friend asked me if I felt more tired having 3 children.  I said I just felt more “distraught”.  “Could you cut the drama queen act?” she said.  Actually, no she didn’t.  But maybe she could have.

I am finding things a tad more overwhelming with 3 children as compared to 2.  I think this could have to do with the stage we are in, though, because right now Maia is not fond of being put down and my other 2 children are fond of dismantling everything around them and my dog is fond of shedding and getting fungal infections.

Anyway, my friend’s question got me thinking about the whole idea of having 3 kids, and how it scares the vas deferens right out of some people.  I came from 3 kids, so it was not as scary to me, but I think my husband found the concept quite intimidating, when we found out we were pregnant with number 3.   And rightly so, I might add. 

When we first had Maia, I thought "3 kids is no problem!"  That lasted for about 5 weeks or so.  I think it lasted until she stopped going to sleep 15 times a day.  I am incredibly happy to be blessed with 3 lovely kids, but IT IS SO MUCH WORK!!!!!  How DOES the octomom do it, I ask you?

There seem to be more people having 3 kids than I would have thought, though.  I think I know why.  It has to do with those stickers that people have on the back of their cars.  You know the ones with the little white silhouettes that basically advertise how many people (and pets) you have in your family?  They inspire competition.  Every time I see one where there are 4 children, I think “Oh yeah?  I can do that!  And I can get 2 more dogs too, lady.”   So, that is my theory as to why families are getting bigger.  

I don’t really have much of a point today.  This is a bit of a meandering blog entry.  But I’m tired and I felt like posting SOMETHING.  Next time I will be more poignant.  I have to go to bed before somebody wakes up.  My bets are on Emma.