People ask me questions like that all the time. I usually like to answer with “oh no..we plan on having at least four more.” Just to see the look on their face before I walk away.

I can hardly remember NOT being a Mom. I had my first child when I was 17. My next three were all born about five years apart after that. I have always had a little one at home. While one was starting school, I was delivering another one. It was always a big joke. Every time it would start to get closer to any of the kids starting kindergarten, all the questins would start.

When it was time for Caitlin, Chelsea and Jacob to start school, each time I knew that I would want another child. I could just feel it. Even with my horrible, complicated, high risk pregnancies. I knew I wanted more. No bed rest was going to stop me. I just knew there was supposed to be another one.

Chloe started kindergarten this Fall. The jokes and questions came rolling in. Of course I played along with them. Told them we weren’t sure if we were done. Laughed about the look on their face after we left where ever we were. But that is where the baby talk ended.

We. Are. Done.

I could not imagine getting to this point. I thought I would always want and long for another child. I love being a Mom, and my kids always want more kids to add to our crazy family. For the last twenty years I had always had that feeling. Now I don’t. When I used to think about this time. A time when I didn’t feel that I wanted anymore children, I always just assumed I would be so sad about it. But I am not sad at all. I am at such peace about it, it kind of freaks me out. I am looking so forward to what is next for our family. My family is perfect. Just the right size. For us.

So yes, four is enough for me.

But you know how it is. As soon as I am at a good place with wanting no more kids. I am totally going to end up getting my happy no more baby self pregnant.