Help! My Ovaries Are Urging Me to Have Another Baby

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I’m a proud mom of three kids. Three amazing kids. Three challenging, sometimes exhausting, yet utterly beautiful and brilliant kids. It’s exactly what I envisioned as a child, peering into my future. I pictured myself in my 30s, looking fabulous and effortlessly juggling a thriving career alongside my perfect family, with three adorable children frolicking beside me—perhaps on a sandy beach, soaking in life’s joys.

So, I’ve got the kids. The rest of that fantasy? Not quite accurate, but I do have the kids. Convincing my husband that a third child was a must was no walk in the park. After having two daughters, I played the “Wouldn’t it be nice to try for a boy?” card. He loved his girls but ultimately relented, and now he has no regrets about our little toddler son (who, by the way, happens to be the easiest of the bunch). At the time, I would have been thrilled regardless of whether we had a boy or girl; I just knew I was meant to have that third child.

And there we are—a complete family. My dreams of motherhood are fulfilled. I was all set to stop expanding our family.

But life isn’t that simple, right? Add in biological clocks and hormones, and it’s a whole different ballgame. Honestly, we’re all just animals at heart.

It all began after my son was born. My pregnancy had its challenges, with some pesky blood pressure issues and elevated liver enzymes. The birth itself was a relatively smooth induction—not perfect, but not bad either. I was overjoyed, completely in love with my son, and relieved it was over.

On the car ride home, my husband casually asked, “So, how was your last pregnancy?”

And that’s when it hit me. Last pregnancy. My heart sank, and tears sprang to my sleep-deprived eyes. How could he be so insensitive? To be fair, it was just a genuine question. He was content with our family and assumed I felt the same. After all, I had just endured a pretty rough nine months, and I had definitely vocalized my “never again” sentiments during my various episodes of morning sickness.

Logically, I should have been happy. But hormones have a funny way of overriding logic, especially postpartum ones. And now, in my mid-30s, my biological clock is ticking loudly, practically screaming, “Hurry up! There’s still time for one more!” Those hormones certainly don’t care that I planned to be done having kids.

Once I hit 35, my ovaries seemed to develop a mind of their own—an obnoxious, pushy personality. We’ve been clashing ever since.

My ovaries have taken on a serious case of baby fever. Is that even a thing? If you can relate, raise your hand! If not, feel free to scroll past this rant.

Ovaries vs. Logic

So back to my rebellious ovaries. They’re relentless, churning out eggs more regularly than ever. I mean, seriously? Why couldn’t this have happened when I was actually trying to conceive?

Here’s how a typical mid-cycle dialogue goes with my ovaries:

It starts around day 12 with subliminal messages. I find myself daydreaming—nothing too scandalous, just a surge of desire. My husband is more than happy to go along with my elevated sex drive, but I can’t help but wonder where this insatiable urge is coming from.

Me: Ovaries, are you trying to trick me into getting pregnant?
Ovaries: Come on, we’ve got a prime egg this month! You don’t want to miss out!
Me: Thanks for the libido boost, but I’ll have to pass. He’s not on board with another baby. We’re done here.
Ovaries: Maybe he’ll change his mind. You know you want this egg!
Me: It’s not just about me. And even if I did want to, I’m exhausted, and I have other goals to focus on.
Ovaries: This egg has the sleep gene! Trust us, it’ll be easy! You’ve got to try!

I mean, seriously? I can’t afford to have another child. And I’m not buying your claims about this so-called sleep gene. I’ve been battling sleep deprivation for years, and I’m not going back to that! I’m focused on getting fit, taking belly dancing classes, and maybe even going back to school. I want to be the best mom possible—not a sleep-deprived shell of who I could be.

Ovaries: But don’t you want this egg? Just find a way to get that sperm in here! Here are some enticing thoughts to help you along your journey!
Me: Those thoughts are tempting, but I’m not changing my mind. It’s just not in the cards. Can I keep the sex drive, though?
Ovaries: Sure, keep it! We’ll win eventually. Don’t waste the egg! You’ll regret it!

And there you have it: my mid-30s hormones are driving me a bit mad. If anyone has figured out how to silence their ovaries and stop that ticking clock, I’m all ears. Until then, I’m off to hit the gym.

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In summary, while I’ve reached a point where my family feels complete, my hormones have other plans. Navigating the emotional rollercoaster of wanting another child while trying to focus on personal growth can be overwhelming. If you find yourself in a similar boat, know you’re not alone.