No More?

The hubby and I have been in a weird place the past few weeks.  He's been working his butt off and by the time he finally gets home from work he is too tired for anything, but he still has to find the energy to do his school work (he's working on his MBA).  Then we have the kids (aka the Crazies).  My daughter is 8 (going on 16), and boy does she have an attitude on her.  I haven't quite figured out how to get through to her yet.  Then my son....my sweet little terror of a 2 year old.  He can be the sweetest little man in the world when it's just me and him, but when Sissy walks through the door, it's game on!  He wants to play with her, and she wants to be alone.  So now we get to the point where they are both fighting over toys, annoying each other, and living up to their nickname (the Crazies!).  One night as I was cooking dinner and attempting to calm down the crazies, my hubby, who was working on his homework, comes walking into the kitchen and says, "we're done".  (WHAT?  WE"RE DONE?????)  Not that our relationship is done (phew!), but that we are done having kids.  He said he doesn't know if he can handle anymore.  My heart sank just as it would if he would have meant that him and I were over.  What do you mean we're done?  No discussions over this?  When we got married, I had my ideal life in mind.  We already had a daughter together, but eventually, I wanted to buy a home, get a dog, and have two more children.  Three, three has always been my number.  He says we've got a boy and a girl, and we should feel blessed with what we've got.  I'm not saying I want another baby right now, but in the future.  I'm still young, and 5 years down the road, I was really hoping to add another little Crazy to our bunch.