In which I answer the question "do you want more?"

For some reason, this question has started to come up again. Maybe it's because my baby is not a tiny little thing anymore. Maybe it's because the two we have are spaced pretty close together. I don't know. I'll be chatting with a stranger in Target  a friend about Colin and Reid, and they'll smile and ask, "Do you want more kids, or are you done?"

I can usually sense just a hint of sarcasm in there. Like they're hoping I'll say, "Yes! I want ALL THE BABIES as soon as possible!" so they can laugh at me behind my back.

The truth is, I really don't know. There are days that I would honestly tell you that two is enough. That we're done. And there are other days... days when no one is sick, and both boys go to bed without a fuss, and everything is right with the world. On those days, I would tell you that yes, I would love a third.

What I do know for sure is that if it's up to us, it won't be any time soon. We've decided to wait it out before we do anything hasty. We are not going to try and get pregnant again anytime soon, but we are also not going to do anything permanent to prevent it. I'm on the pill now, and will keep taking it until we have "the talk," which will likely be years down the road.

So, back to the "do you want more kids" question. If I'm lucky, it will be quickly followed by, "Will you try for a girl?"

The answer to this question may surprise you. While I would be tickled to have a little girl, and buy frilly pink things and headbands with huge bows on them, I love being a boy mom. I really do. Boys are great. Yes, they're crazy, and messy, and they break things, but oh my word are they great. I love having two sons, and between you and me, I would love to be able to have another one. 

Just not right now.