Ten months from now, in maternity units worldwide, I predict a baby boom. Nurses and doctors will call it the "Shiloh Effect." If you don't know what I am talking about, you have not seen this week's issue of People magazine. Brad, Angelina and beautiful baby Shiloh grace the cover. It's reported People paid between $4-7 million for the exlusive North American rights. The baby is a perfect little package, and Brad and Angie actually look in awe of her the way most of us probably looked at our first born. I told Kristin that upon seeing these photos I immediately wanted to have another baby. Her response?

"What are you, crazy?"
"First of all," she went on to say, "your baby would not look anything like Shiloh."

Ouch. On this she's probably right.

"Second, I will have to smack you for even thinking about it!"

Nothing like a good friend to snap you back into reality. At 37, I really don't want to be pregnant again. I am tired and let's face it, these thighs are not getting any better looking. I'm finally sleeping through the night semi-regularly and the thought of being up at all hours with a child attached to my breast has lost its appeal.

Good news is I know plenty of friends that are either pregnant already or still trying to conceive. And when those babies arrive I'll say to them "Bring that little bundle over for a snuggle."
And after I take in that wonderful new baby smell, examine the tiny fingers and toes, carry the babe on my shoulder all afternoon, I'll hand the baby back and wish the Mom a good night's sleep. Then I'll tuck in my preschooler and toddler at 8pm and have the rest of the night to myself.