What's The Magic Number?

Over at a little pregnant, she's started a very interesting discussion of how many kids to have. It got me to thinking (again) about the whole Sperm Bank Issue for us, how sitting in a tank on Deharo St is our daughter's chances for a full sibling.

Chances that we could be throwing away because we're too cheap to fork out for it and because the nausea I had for the first 20 weeks of this pregnancy sucked so bad that I can't really imagine doing this again.

I don't know what the answer is. We don't buy all the traditional arguments for siblings, we don't even buy the full-blood thing. But I do know that unless I could give birth to a sibling who was a full-blood relative to Murrita, I don't see much point in having #2 this way. Our family will already be the United Colors of Benetton so the thought of fostering to adopt a second child who's not necessarily our race would be fine by me.

But, doing that means homestudys and people looking at your finances and how clean your house is and all the stuff that I don't really consider anyone else's bidness. Getting pregnant turned out to be a whole lot less invasive than I imagine that would be.

I just hate it that we have to make this decision now, when Murrita is just over a pound, is 16.5 weeks away from being born in the first place, and when she doesn't even have a name yet.