Today a friend revealed her pregnancy on Facebook. And my first instinct? Utter jealousy. I’m kind of surprised by that. While I’ve often toyed with the idea of having a fourth (diapers again?!?) and once spoke of having five (it was during a fragile stage), I thought that I had happily settled with my brood of three. Apparently not. I’m guessing that there’s not much reality to the thought, especially since I just turned forty, but I do love a good baby, and hey, I’m already over my ideal weight, so what would 35 lbs more do, right? Darian asked Milan if he’d like a brother or sister, and he said, quite immediately, “A brother AND a sister”. I guess I would end up with my five after all.