As I get older and realize my days of, as Prissie says, “birthin’ babies” are over, I often rethink decisions that were made in the past to make this final. Final. Forever. No more babies.

This was a joint decision between Beau and me a long time ago after La Petite Belle came along.

It was logical. It was practical. It was the right decision.

I still think so.

But, even though I do think it was the right decision, I still get these feelings that come and go. You know the ones … where you want another baby … REALLY want another baby.

You even talk to your husband about adopting, but realize it’s not a possibility.

Now, don’t start feeling sorry for me. I’m OK … really I am.

But, it doesn’t make it any better when someone gets me a subscription to this magazine.

Yep … got the welcome issue in the mail this week.

I think I know who the culprit is, but she denies it, even though I think she’s just paying me back for getting her a subscription to “More” magazine … the magazine for women, ages 40+. Hey, she’s over 40. That makes the magazine for her, right? (shhh … she’s in denial and constantly says “you know what they say about payback, don’t you?” … sounds suspicious to me)

Whoever it was, thanks for nothing.

Don’t think I’m not looking forward to a lot more alone time with Beau.

‘Cause I am. I really am.