Seller's Remorse

You've probably heard of buyer's remorse, but over the last few days, I've developed a case of seller's remorse.

I've been convinced for, well, forever that I only wanted two children. So out popped number two and I've started selling a few baby items (on a really great maternity/children's resale site by the way... www.labump.com ). But all of a sudden, I realize that selling these things means I really am done having babies.

Obviously, they are still going to have swings in the stores if in a few years I decide to add another one to our brood, but letting go of these items, means that I am at least letting go of the idea that we will have a third.

So the last few days I've been suffering from seller's remorse. Wondering how sure I really am. But then today as we went to our Gymboree Family Music class, I realized that I better stick with my two.

One, having kids is expensive. Lessons, toys, clothes, shoes, food, college, it never ends. I'm sure my parents would tell you that I'm still expensive. I don't think I can afford music classes for three kids. Let alone college. Hopefully my plan of raising super star athletic geniuses will pan out. Two, I can only play two instruments at a time. And that was tricky. What with beating a drum for Helen and shaking a maraca for Patrick, I don't think I could ring a bell for a third. When we left class, I was holding Patrick and holding Helen's hand. Of course Helen bolted. I dropped my diaper bag and chased her while clutching Patrick. What if that bag had been another baby? Who would get dropped? Or hit by a car? God gave me two hands. I think that was intentional...one for each child.

Music class is a blast! We can't wait to go back next week. Helen danced, Patrick laughed and bounced, and everyone smiled! And thankfully it cured my case of seller's remorse!