I always thought my parents did pretty well by having two children, no more and no less. I thought it sounded like a good idea for my own life.
Before we married, the Skeptic and I discussed the subject and he said he did not want children. He felt overpopulation of the planet was a problem. I convinced him that if we only had one we wouldn't be replacing both of us and thus we'd still be doing our part. He agreed, our lives continued to entwine, and near a decade later we had the Bug.
I wondered if I would feel pangs for a second child. Mostly, our little Bug is all we could ever hope for and all we could ever handle wrapped up in one amazing package. I couldn't even conceive (haha) of having another. Though I did occasionally look wistfully at families with more than one.
Recently though, I found a way to look at the subject with fresh eyes. It is really very simple and elegant. My second child will have hooves. The dedication, investment, and time will only be somewhat less than what would be required for a child anyway.
Admittedly, I haven't asked the Bug how she feels about having an equine brother or sister...
