A message to my ovaries.

Dear Ovaries,

I know you're just trying to do your job, but enough is enough! I mean that literally. I have two beautiful and healthy children. Both of whom made me miserable on their way here. So we're done having kids. Capiche?

I'm serious! I know, I know, I get all misty-eyed looking at pictures of Izzy and Sophie when they were tiny little round balls of sweet baby. And I am aware that a good Johnson's commercial still pulls on the old heart strings. But to want more when I have so much would just be greedy, you know? I also have no delusions that morning sickness wasn't really as bad as I remember. Puking nearly every single day of two pregnancies has a way of really writing that particular memory into permanence.

So let's stop pumping the gotta-breed-gotta-breed hormones, m'kay? Yes, I do remember that new-baby smell! I know there's no better feeling on earth than cuddling your tiny baby's head against your heart. I'll never forget how complete each new life makes our family feel. That's just your point, isn't it? Another new life or two would make our family truly whole, isn't that the line you're selling? But I'm a baby junkie. Each new life would be so awesome that I'd want another and another.

That's why I'm asking you to stop, dear ovaries of mine. I appreciate the work you've done and continue to do. Truly I do! But if you could please ease up, just a little, on the mommy hormones, I surely would appreciate it.

While you're at it, send a message to Chris's testes too. If he doesn't quit telling me about the cute new babies that make him think about having another baby too, then I'm just going to go ahead and have one. See - there I go again! Really, we're so happy with the two sweet babies we have now, that you should feel good at a job well done.

I am eternally grateful to you, ovaries. But now you're messing with my mind, not to mention my heart! Enough with the overachieving already. Let's call a truce. You stop making me want more babies, and I'll leave you in there as long as I can.

And, heck - if you want to throw in an easy menopause, I'm game. Less work for the both of us!

Sincerely yours,

Cindy