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I understand Sassy. I was that way all my early life. But when my sister K was pregnant and had Nick, everything changed. He was the first baby I ever LOVED. I was 20 and from that time forward I knew I'd have a baby. Twelve years later, I delivered Amanda.

I hated being pregnant. I was sick for nine months. There is a reason Amanda is an only child... a sibling would require another pregnancy and I have never wanted to go through that again.

Until now.

WTF? I'm six months away from 48. Forty. fucking. eight. Yet, I am having this overwhelming urge to be pregnant and have a child. I even have a man-crush forgoodnesssakes.

I think my last remaining eggs are having a really fun "everything but the girl" party, and I am feeling the buzz (my mojo).

The hormones are in their last throes. I'm ready for the passage. I am ready to let go.

[and Court gave me a cure]

I will be more than happy, however, to hold onto my resurgent mojo thankyouverymuch. I think my wife will appreciate that as well.