I cannot quite figure it out. It’s as though I can feel my biological clock ticking away, getting louder and louder and louder. I’ve even been pestering Jon a bit about planning another one. What’s up with this? I just keep thinking about how wonderful it would be to feel a life growing inside of me, how great it would be to have a water birth, how sweet a newborn baby is…. I have three children already, the youngest two still in diapers. Putting another baby into the mix right now should be the farthest thing from my mind. So, what gives?? Is this some weird thing that hits in the 30s?