Could the Woodshed handle a sister?

NO, I am NOT pregnant.  I just wanted to see if that title would make anyone think so.  Bahahahaha.  :)  I have, however, had two conversations this week with two different guys in my family that have me pondering, wondering, praying as I go along....

The first was with Simon.  He often says he wants a baby.  This time, however, he quite matter-of-factly said, "I'm praying to God that he will put a baby in your tummy.  It can be a boy or a girl, but I think it should be a girl.  I want you to have a baby in your tummy because I don't want to be the littlest anymore.  I'm always the littlest, and I don't want to be anymore."  Well, ummmm, ok....

Then, last night, Mr. Wood said to me, "I'd really like to have a daughter".  Well, ummmm, ok....

You see, I'm kind of done with the giving birth and the caring for newborns.  I mean, all of the parts are still there, and they are all still in working order, but I'm done.  I'm over it.  Perhaps you're thinking I'm a selfish horrible woman, and you can continue thinking that, but I'm past the diapers and morning sickness and lack of sleep and nursing bras and strollers and wipes and pack n plays and naps.  Oh, it was all beautiful while it lasted, but we have moved past it now and this is a beautiful place to be.  Of course, I trust the God of the Universe enough to know that, should he choose to place another one of those creatures inside of me, he would give me the grace and stamina to make it happen and to love that sweet baby so much I would wonder what we had done without him or her.  BUT...if it's up to me, I feel done.

Then, there's adoption.  Mr. Wood and I have always thought this might be a journey we would take some day.  We talked about it even before we had the boys, maybe even before we were married.  However, the thought of home studies and home visits and dossiers and all of that makes me have to throw up in my mouth a little bit.  Oh sure, if God clearly tells us to start the process, I will do all of that out of obedience, and I get that it is all necessary...I mean, I don't want some delinquent adopting a bunch of kids.  BUT I just don't really WANT to do it, you know?

So, here we are....I've got two Wood guys putting the thoughts in my head this week, and, wow, wouldn't it really be nice to have someone to buy smocked dresses and make hair bows for around here?  I guess I'm just going to pray that if anyone has a kid in need of a family who has no requirements like morning sickness, nursing bras, dossiers, or home studies, they will know they can drop her off here.  It's a long shot, but stranger things have happened...