Should I or shouldn’t I have a third child? That is a question I have been asking myself for over a year now. I have two sons ages 2 1/2 and 5. Part of me would love to add a little princess to the mix. Although if she turns out anything like I was as a kid, she would be more Scout Finch than Snow White. (I hated dresses and loved to fight with the boys). I know there are no guarantees, and I have to decide if I am ready to gamble on a 50 percent chance.

But truthfully, the sex of my future unborn really has little to do with my concerns over being fruitful and multiplying again. Boy or girl, the journey there is where part of the problem lies. Do I really want to stretch out every inch of my body again? Not that my body has ever been super taut, but at least my pre-children butt, thighs and stomach didn’t look like they had a bad case of hail damage. Think my insurance company will help me with that? Not a chance. So I have to decide if me and my body are ready for a new roller coaster ride. The rest of the problem starts when the little one takes his first breath. Then his first of a gazillion feedings, poopies, crying fits, and sleepless nights. Which usually prompts my crying fits and sleepless nights. Yes, that is life with an infant. And I have to decide if I am ready for all of that again.

Well we did just get a new bed and a minivan, so I guess I’ve decided. Let the games begin! For ovulation calculators, conception tips, prenatal and pregnancy information, check out some great resources in Pregnancy on justbreathemom.com.