My mother had six babies and she has always said that at some point, you just have to accept the feeling of just wanting one more. I know I put off my second (for 16 years) by having foster kids, spending lots of time with my nieces and nephews, puppies, kittens, plants, fish. And this week, as baby #2 turned 3 and baby #3 turned 1- I am so hungry for another one. But I am 41. The clock is ticking. If there is another baby to come, I better get on the ball. I think I am done. I logically know that I am streched thin, my kids deserve all the energy I can find. And my career has been on the back burner for awhile and it is ready to come forward. So, I may have to get a kitten!