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"Every other night Rex and I have a conversation that goes like this. Me: &amp;quot;I want another baby.&amp;quot; Rex: &amp;quot;Not happening.&amp;quot; Me: &amp;quot;This conversation is not over.&amp;quot; Rex: &amp;quot;It never is.&amp;quot; The odd thing about this conversation is that my husband had a vasectomy six weeks after Pip was born. It was a mutual decision, given my ability to get knocked up just looking at a penis. Rex could have an orgasm in the bathroom, with me snoring in the bedroom, and somehow sperm, like flying fish, would find a way into the little hatchery known as my uterus. At the rate we were headed, we&amp;#039;d have had 12 kids by the time I was 39. This works for Angelina Jolie. But for me? I&amp;#039;d end up like that old lady in the shoe, with so many children she didn&amp;#039;t know what to do. And trust me, my shoe would not be as stylish as those Sex in the City numbers Carrie was so fond of sporting. Mine would be some tacky Payless monstrosity built out of man-made leather and rubber that leaked when it rained. And speaking of &amp;quot;leaky rubbers,&amp;quot; that&amp;#039;s reason #2 we ended up with the vasectomy. We weren&amp;#039;t taking chances. I thought that perhaps the day of the big snip-snip Rex would chicken out. But given the skid marks leading up to the out patient facility, it was clear he was not backing down.  As I sat waiting for him in the formula stained SUV, I convinced myself that he&amp;#039;d probably feel remorse. I&amp;#039;d console him, telling him it was for the best. But as he limped into the car, carefully adjusting the seatbelt over his lap, with Pip screaming and Stink methodically licking the passenger side window, his smile resembled the relief of our wedding ceremony being over. Me: &amp;quot;Do you feel happy about the permanence of this situation?&amp;quot; Rex: &amp;quot;I do.&amp;quot;  My reasons for wanting another child have always been pretty clear. I adore our family. As one of my best friends puts her reasons for expanding her family, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t feel done.&amp;quot; Now that I&amp;#039;ve finally found the perfect balance between working from home and raising the kids, I want to enjoy a third baby in ways that I couldn&amp;#039;t enjoy the first two. No more used furniture. No more piecing together clothes and fighting with Rex over the division of labor. We have our family life on auto pilot. It would be nice to cruise into parenthood with a confidence that we never had before. But as Rex was giving me all the reasons he really didn&amp;#039;t want any more children, from finances, to time commitments, to just wanting to love the two that we have without having to spread out affection to a third, it dawned on me that what I wanted was more than just a baby. I wanted him to want it. I wanted him to be as excited as I was about a new life and a new beginning. I wanted him to be that person that couldn&amp;#039;t wait to go shopping for furniture and take tours of the hospital and pour through baby name books. Yes, I wanted a new baby for the reasons already stated, but I wanted a new life to grow in Rex. And that just wasn&amp;#039;t going to happen. Instead of being angry or sad at my realization, I decided to embrace it. What choice did I have? Rex adores my children and me. That is pretty darn good. That evening, I wrapped my arms around my husband and made love to him in way I hadn&amp;#039;t in quite a while. If I couldn&amp;#039;t have a new heartbeat inside of me, I could have his heart beat, right next to me. I might not have a future of pink and blue baby socks, but I could look forward to a future of new adventures with my children and with Rex.  As we lay down next to each other, I told him how much I adored him. How much I appreciated his dedication to this family. And how much I respected him. And then, right before dozing off, I added, &amp;quot;I won&amp;#039;t be asking you about kids again for a while, but I might still nudge you here and there. I&amp;#039;m trying to accept your decision, but the conversation isn&amp;#039;t 100% over.&amp;quot; Rex, &amp;quot;It never is.&amp;quot; "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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