Last week I said a final goodbye to my remaining baby paraphernalia - the cot, high chair, Bumbo and one of the prams were donated to the local church fete. It was a farewell that needed to be said, an acknowledgement that my baby days are over - a decision that's been firmly considered and agreed on between Joe and I for quite some time.
We're both from large families - I'm one of four and Joe is fifth out of six children. We both thought four would be a good number and planned on that for quite some time. When Jono (our third) was a baby, he was the most beautiful thing and we thought he definitely needed another brother or sister.
Now that the children are older - Tom is soon to be 11, Sophie is 7 1/2 and Jono is 3 - we know that our family is complete. I can hold a baby without pangs and longing and I know with absolute certainty that we are done. In a funny way, it's like the lead up to having your first baby, when the midwives would say that you'd just know you were in labour… when your baby days are over, you just know.