For the last many, many years, I have been 100% confident that I wanted 3 children. I was CERTAIN. Even the first few weeks after Allison was born, I still had that longing for just one more.

But then I slowly started changing. I just realized how complete I felt. Everyone knows how head over heels in love I am with Ethan. It's undeniable. I adore that boy. And I selfishly got him all to myself for just over 5 glorious years. When I found out I was pregnant with number 2, I was absolutely thrilled, but I kept thinking that I didn't want Ethan to feel left out. He was my BOY. My baby!

Then little miss Allison graced us with her presence. HER presence. I had a little girl! I was actually a mommy....to a girl! I didn't think I would ever get a girl, for some reason. But there she was! In all her chubby glory. MY baby girl. I think I call her "mama's girl" more than I call her Allison.

It was then that it hit me. I had my boy. My only boy. And now I have my girl. My only girl. I feel so satisfied and my heart feels so full. They are MORE than I could ever imagine.

Now this is not to say that I might change my mind someday. In fact, I bet I do. There is just something about your kids getting bigger that make you want to do it "just one more time!" And if I were to get pregnant, I'd be shouting from the rooftops with happiness. I'm just saying that if this was it...if my family was complete... I would be 110% happy with that.