I am still not sure what it is about me being happy with two kids that makes random people try to convince me to have a third one — as if that’s possibly going to land me Mr. Right, or get him to stick around if it somehow does. Although a few people do get it, and those people are near and dear to me, I am not going to go out of my way to have a third child now… or probably ever, really. Not only would that then give me more children than I have hands to hold their hands with, but I would have to rethink my entire asthma regimen from the ground up — although I know that rescue inhalers are alright to use during one’s pregnancy, having actually used one a few times when I was pregnant with James to mitigate respiratory discomforts, I don’t think steroids are quite the same way. I would basically be taking an inhaled steroid twice a day from conception all the way to delivery, as I really have no other choice in the matter… at least right now. And probably not for the foreseeable future.

And although my asthma wasn’t as bad as it’s gotten when I was pregnant with James, that’s not to say that it’s going to improve if I get pregnant again. That’s a 33% crap shoot either way — one-third of asthma sufferers have improved asthma when they get pregnant, one-third stay the same and one-third worsen. Am I really going to play craps with an unborn child? Really?

It’s half of what I want and half of what I know would be best for my health. My kids need a mother who is in good health. Why shouldn’t they have one?