I've always wanted one.
Of course no one believes me on that count. They say, "Oh, sure, you think that now, but wait till you've had one." Drives me nuts! Can't someone know what they want? As shown above, I do have a few younger siblings to judge by. I like them, and I'm pretty good at dealing with them, too.
But now, I'm finally in a position to vindicate myself. I can say, "I was queasy for six weeks. Gagging all the time for six more weeks. In terrible hip pain for four months. Having contractions for three months. I experienced labor, which ended up being more painful than I could have imagined. I was so exhausted I couldn't remember what it felt like not to be tired. And yet, now that he's here, I still would like to go through that a dozen more times, just to get a dozen more of him."
Yes, I did say a dozen. I think a dozen is a great number. Though I'd be willing to have more. And if anyone asks me, "When are you ever going to stop?" I'll just tell them, "When I have one I don't love -- that is, never."
Still naive, coming from a mother of one? Well, maybe. But I'll put my money where my mouth is. I don't believe in birth control ... so the next baby is going to come whenever he or she is ready. Because who would not want another one of these?