Spring marks a time of new beginnings in nature - I just hope I can see it through with all my emotions, not to mention hormones, intact.

I see pregnant women - I want to be pregnant.  I read about pregnant women - I want to be pregnant.  I hear of other women wanting to get pregnant - I want to be pregnant, for them.

However, I might as well admit that - adding further to my already distorted view of reality - I am not the best example of what one would distinctively identify as a glowingly radiant pregnant woman.

Trust me.

So, why would I even consider having another baby?

Oh, I would expect questionable expressions from total strangers, as well as friends convinced of my lunacy at successfully becoming a professional breeder.

It's not an every day occurrence - just more pronounced during the spring equinox, when the day is longer than the night and my resistance is at an all time low.

Okay, why not - after two, three, four - what's one more?

"Oh, Hon - look, there's Little Man and he's still got a woobie in his mouth!"

I glanced over at the couch to find my voice of reason, was fast asleep!

My sinuses started to throb (did I mention I also suffer from allergies - what an icon of health, huh?) but, I didn't think I could get to sleep, anyway, so I fast forwarded two Christmases.

"Oh, look at Mini-me!  She's got no hair.  Look at those cheeks!  She doesn't want the present - she wants the pretty bows.  And look, she's drooling on the presents!"

I started looking for the tissues.

So much time has gone by and I tried to remember how each of my babies smelled, felt and couldn't help but feel that I had somehow squandered away those precious little moments.

Fast forward one more Christmas and I don't look the least bit, happy.

In fact, I sounded downright frazzled as I tried to keep the children from opening their gifts, because I needed to get the "other" camera, or it wasn't the gift I wanted them to open, at that particular moment.  Whoa - it got so bad I had to stop the video, not wanting to believe that I could ever, you know, let myself get so out of control!

"No kidding!"

The voice of reason speaks.

I still miss those baby days - perhaps, a little more thankful for a glimpse of how really...um...well, let's just say that the window of opportunity has most definitely, slammed shut - and I can't help it if the promise of spring excites me!

I know, I know - back away from the baby stroller - I am more than happy to send all my good fertility vibes out into the blogosphere, especially to you future moms-to-be, instead!

Minus, the puke.