It's something that I've been thinking about for several weeks now. I first started considering the option when I was out to lunch with Jack and PB, and I was able to just hand her part of a quesadilla and she happily fed herself for the entire time we were there. I realized then that she's becoming easier. Oh, I know, there are many many trials and tribulations yet to come, but I'm talking about the really high-maintenance baby stuff, the having to feed the kid every bite of food and carry her everwhere sort of stuff. It was a really neat feeling, and I started thinking about things I could start doing with her now that she wasn't a baby anymore (though she'll always be my BABY, of course!)

Then I started thinking about all the things I wanted to do with Anna. Traveling, exploring, camping, and other silly stuff. And then I started thinking about all the things I wanted to still do with my life and the things Jack wanted to do with his. Then I started thinking about the money it would cost to even try to have another baby (since we have to jump through fertility hoops) plus the very very real possibility that I could end up with multiples. Then I started thinking about my age and Jack's age. Then I started thinking about other people I know with just one kid.

And I thought about all of that for a long time. And thought about how I really wanted to have another baby, but that maybe I didn't really want to have a second child. Does that make sense? Mother Nature is SUCH a tricky bitch, and she makes you want to be pregnant, and makes you want to hold that tiny bundle, and she doesn't like for you to remember all the insulin shots you had to give yourself, or the horrible aching back, or the searing pain of the recovery, or the long horrible sleepless nights, or the crushing exhaustion... And it was all worth it, because I have this wonderful, beautiful daughter who can make my heart just melt every time I look at her, and I never in a million years could have imagined loving any creature this much. It was worth it, it was, and that's what Mother Nature wants you to know and remember, because she wants you to go through it again.

But maybe I will defy Mother Nature. And so I asked Jack this weekend what he thought about stopping at one baby. (Which is a bit of a misnomer since Anna is #6 for him, but you get the idea.) He thought about it long and hard, brought up points that I'd thought of and some I hadn't, and then agreed with me.

So, we are One and Done.

Besides, I got it right on the first try.