Oh lordy, yes. I was so convinced this was our last child- cut up all the girl clothes when we found out we were having a son, gave away all my maternity things after the birth. The grand plan was for DH to get a vascetomy in a few weeks but now I'm terrified, and I'm not even the one that would be getting cut up! It's just so scary, the thought of never being able to have more. I'm totally drugged by hormones right now and found myself planning our third child before this one was even two weeks old. What is wrong with me?! So for now, we've put the big V on hold and are just going to play it safe. No babies, but not literally cutting off the future possibility of more babies.
Oi. It's all I can think about right now!! I'm a real birth junkie too- I had this dream the other night that I had actually been pregnant with twins and we all just FORGOT about the other baby, so 2 wks later when I realized it I was so excited to just have to labor and push another child out- no 40 weeks of pregnancy! So sad to have woken up and realized the truth, lol.
Elliott is super strong, dude. He was a fussbutt last night and so after trying to nurse, change, burp, rock, and everything else, I was getting frustrated so I put him about 2.5 feet away from me in the bed and was going to roll over and sleep when...the little bugger wiggled his way RIGHT back to my breast and grinned at me, I swear to god. Okay, fair enough. If you're going to worm your way back to my breast, I had better nurse you again! He also holds his head up foreeeeeeeeever.
We were all pretty amazed by the strength of his kicks/rolls in the womb so I guess it's no surprise he came out strong, right? lol