We are done making babies. Totally finished. No doubt about it. And while I do sometimes think to myself that we could manage just one more little baby, because they are so small and sleep most of the time anyway and maybe we should just barely consider... I quickly snap back to the reality that while babies are nice I absolutely do not want three children. And when I mention these moments of wonder to Chris, he kindly reminds me about the miserable 24 hours that followed Owen's birth and I quickly switch from "just barely maybe" to "no way in hell am I doing that again." It is decided, I am happy with the decision, and over the moon with the two kids we have. I don't want another baby.
But then I finally get around to packing up the co-sleeper that has been sitting disassembled in the corner of my bedroom for months, and I think, I should sell this. It was pretty expensive, I bet I could get a good price for it. And I start pondering the pros and cons of Ebay (expensive shipping) and Craig's List (giving possibly sketchy people your home address) and consignment shops (take a cut of the money) and deciding which is the best option. And while I am deciding, I instead pack the co-sleeper into the back of a closet, because I am not quite ready to part with it.
These little twinges go away, right? Or am I going to have that co-sleeper in the closet for the next ten years?