The crazy lady in me wants one more baby. I told DH and he was down with it- he's one of five kids and would love to have a big family. I think part of my problem is that DD is growing up. She has spent the last two nights in her crib, not in our room. She is not a teeny infant- she's my 14.5 pound, 13 week old chubster.
Another confession- I don't love being pregnant, but I love giving birth. I really don't mind those awful first weeks when it's non-stop nursing, tiredness, hormones, and unshowered nastiness. The sleep deprivation is harder now than it is then.