I've got a fever...

And the only thing that can cure it is…another baby? Stop gasping, I am NOT pregnant. Buuut, while my family planning motto has always and steadfastly been “two and through,” last week I was suffering from an overwhelming and uncontrollable case of baby fever.

I don’t know if it was my recent Facetime chat with Steph and little AJ or seeing Katie pregnant and glowing or news that Joan just had her third—or maybe just my body saying I’m running out of time—but suddenly I had a primal need to add to our brood. It encompassed my every thought. I literally ached to be pregnant. I even started planning how we’d work out the childcare and jumped on the Babies R Us website to fill a cart with all the things we’d have to repurchase (since we have gotten rid of EVERYTHING). The total price did not phase me—baby, baby, baby!  

Mark did not share my enthusiasm and kept telling me I was out of my ever-loving mind.

I even enlisted the kids to help my campaign. Of course Nick wanted a little brother, and Lainey wanted a little sister. Lainey did finally aquiesce that a little brother would be okay "as long as he's chubby." Nick said the baby could sleep in his bed, and he would teach it to catch worms. Alas, Mark was not moved by this overdose of adorableness and stayed firm on his "no new baby" stance.

Finally, after three days of very disrupted sleep and some epic tantrums from the kids, it seems I’ve returned to my senses and settled back into my “two and through” frame of mind. Really, I have no idea what I was thinking. I must have experienced some sort of evolutionary, hormonal surge. Let's hope it doesn't repeat itself...