As soon as people find out you have kids, the next question is typically "How old?"





I love the looks I get when they hear, "11, almost 9 and 11 months." Sometimes it is followed by an "Oh my." or "That's quite a gap."





I always respond with the fact that she was in deed a happy surprise. So many people have asked me what that is like, if it is hard to go back. My answer is simply yes and no. It is truly this bizarre phenomenon. If you are on the fence about whether to hit the reset button yourself, I hope you find this post helpful.





The Cons

Fighting off the Ella pounds is harder than the Alex & Anna pounds were. I am 10 years older and my metabolism holds a grudge.

My 3rd pregnancy was more painful than the first two. My Dr.'s swore it was not my age but the fact that it was #3, but they could have been just trying to make me feel better.

Sleep, oh yeah, I heard about that once

I had gotten used to just grabbing my purse and running errands as need be, now I have to consider feeding and napping schedules

Diaper bags are not as exciting as they were the first time

I forgot how much I hate high chairs (If you have ever cleaned one after a feeding - I know, right?)

Another mini-Pete (I swear I have the weakest genetics)

Santa, Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy (these may be pros for some, but not for me. I was so close to being done)

The Pros

Another beautiful baby

Hand me downs

Watching the 2 older ones experience and enjoy their little sister

Another round of the cuddling phase: I forgot how much I missed that

Looking forward to another personality

Evening walks pushing a stroller

Having 2 amazing helpers to keep an eye on her when I need to do something

Baby giggles in the house

The best part of all: