Our cute little kiddos have already decided to nickname this new little addition, Rerun (we do not yet have an official name picked out). Most of the people who heard I was having my fifth child (fourth BOY!) were excited for us. But when I head to the store with all four kids in tow and my basketball belly,
. . . I see a few looks like "what are you getting yourself into" and I've had a many people say, "Wow! You sure have your hands full." And sometimes, it makes me wonder, what HAVE I gotten myself into?
I recently saw this quote on Pintrest and I had to share (if anyone knows what book this comes from, please let me know):
Now, I am not saying that this is me, but it makes me feel better on hard days. The question is, now that I am going to have five rug-rats running around, what does that make me?
Yes, I do live in Utah, so I know of people with five or more kids. But most of my friends have between 1-3 kids. Obviously we shouldn't judge each other and do what we feel is right for our families, but what is your opinion?