But yeah, I don’t have pregnancy amnesia. I fucking HATED it. I remember that, and when I feel like I’m forgetting, I have a whole shitload of archives to remind me. But I don’t really care how much I hated it. I just want to do it again. I still cuddle with the Mini at night, and a lot of times will let him fall asleep. I love it. I still smell his head. And yet, I miss that he’s not an infant.

As a theory, I’d love to have more kids, but I also know that right now I’m *just* starting to get the business in a place to cover the bills and feel like things are falling into place. I spent the first year of The Girl’s life scared to death every day that I wasn’t going to bring home the bacon. I’d love to get a break from that and start saving for Child #1 before Child #2 factors in.

I’m also deathly afraid of the “risk to baby increases dramatically over the age of 35″ thing I’ve heard so much about. I know Donna doesn’t agree that this should be a concern, but combined with the method we’d have to use to make this happen, it seems like we’d be playing Russian Roulette with a baby’s health and general well being.

Additionally what Donna said about our marriage being taxed during the last round was a bit…under emphasized. I think that in some ways the emotional toll is still working its way off of us, and going through all that again before we’re back to normal (if we ever get there) seems a bit ballsy.

Overall, I feel pretty darn lucky that we have The Girl and that she’s so incredibly happy and (knock on wood) healthy. Seems like we’d be tempting fate to try to push our luck.

You are such an amazing mother, I’m not surprised you want more. I remember how much you loved being pg, though I have to say you’re going it alone this time, I’m not coming along for the Baby 2.0 ride.

What does Jake think?