Having a third baby definitely counts as the most reckless thing I’ve ever done. All other acts of madness – whether they’ve involved sex, alcohol, public humiliation or all three at once – pale into insignificance compared with choosing to have my youngest.
I did it knowing I couldn’t afford to get on the nursery fee treadmill again; knowing it would cut into the time I have with my older children; knowing I’d be exhausted and lacking the support of extended family close by; knowing that, in environmental terms, having any children at all is selfish. I knew all this, did it anyway and haven’t regretted it for a single moment.
That’s why I’m hardly one to object to the news that the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge have chosen to go for baby number three. Good for them. As far as I’m concerned, three children’s the perfect number, especially if money’s no object.