Womb Ache

I am done having kids.  I am done having kids.  I am done having kids.

My uterus is no coach potato

Although there were times when I fantasized about having a big crew of bambinos, any time Sean and I had talked realistically our future plan had always been two, maybe three kids if fortune somehow found its way to us.  As most of you know, although we have yet to hit the jackpot or stumble upon a million dollar idea, we were blessed with a pretty sweet two for one special in the form of two awesome little ladies who came our way as a packaged deal about 6 months ago.  We now couldn't picture ourselves as anything less than a happy family of five.  But I would consider us pretty maxed out with our three kids under three.  Our house is at capacity in terms of people and stuff, our bank account whimpers a little bit from lack of love, and any more prioritizing of our time and energy and Sean and I will probably have to stop showering and using words that have more than one syllable.    

My head and even my heart know that more kids is most likely not in my future but my uterus is sending signals that it would like more business.  Biology is a funny thing, the instincts and urges we have that seem entirely out of our control are a little crazy.   My uterus is currently trying it's best to ensure survival of the human species by compelling me to continue sending it fertilized eggs.  My tricky little reproductive system attempts to fool me into procreation by flooding me with feelings of pregnancy-nostalgia and the urning to fill my uterus with a new being.  I have termed this intense, seemingly hormonal, reaction/feeling "womb ache".  

Womb ache often strikes when I am holding or cuddling one of my offspring but can also occur in less  serene moments.  At times my body seems not to be urging me to grow a new person but instead, seems to want me to insert one of the people I have already made back into my belly (with no regard for how large that person now is).  At this point many of you will have stopped reading and are now on the phone with a reputable mental institution.  Although I would prefer not to be locked up, if you know of a good womb-ache support group, I would be more than willing to attend. 

I am unsure how rare of an infliction womb ache is.  If the above symptoms sound familiar to you and you would be interested in being a part of a case study that may eventually lead to medical trials, please leave your contact information below.  Until then, I refuse to let one organ (and not even a vital one at that) dictate my future choices and the amount of children whose diapers, extracurricular activities, and college educations I have to pay for.  So, take that you diabolical uterus!  All the aching and acting up in the world won't get me to meet your ever growing demands!