What the hell am I doing with a blog?

Only time can answer that question. Blogs are weird and narcissistic. But totally addictive, perhaps b/c of the voyeurism factor. Anyway, I was surfing links to mama blogs from my friend Ben's uber-blog, the trixie update. (Okay, a person who doesn't even know how to insert a link-y thing has no bizness having a blog, but maybe I can learn some new tricks). And then I wanted one of my own. My kids are cute too!

Speaking of which, let me say that I named my blog overpopulator because I am a crazed breeder (and b/c of the ubiquity of blogs). I'm a Mormon or Catholic or some other brand of fundamentalist religious fanatic procreator trapped in an atheist's body. I have three kids already - count 'em, one, two, three - as in three strikes you're out. But I don't want to be out, I want to bat again. That is to say that I have found myself having the strangest and strongest urges for yet another baby. My older daughter, S-phie, will turn 5 this summer. My twins, H-nry and C-rina, just turned one. We are totally overwhelmed in every way by having 3 kids. And yet I have the baby bug. WTF? Could it just be that with S-phie getting ready to start Kindergarten this summer and with the twins having just turned one that I'm feeling the empty nest? Maybe it's all just a silly daydream, fueled by my knowledge that another baby is not going to happen, and that maybe I wouldn't even want it if I could have it. Kind of like when I was a teenager and would plan my wedding to Roger Daltry (ick!) or David Lee Roth (ick but not as icky as Roger, I don't think - such different kinds of ick - apple ick and orange ick). If my husband J-sh finds out about this (the baby bug, not Roger and David), he will freak out. I even found myself thinking recently that all that was holding me back from another baby was that ever-elusive fortune and that I would put out a personal ad:

MWF w/3 kids seeks person of means to support child-bearing extravaganza. I am over-educated and overweight, but on a diet. Seeking patron or partner to support old-lady-who-lived-in-a-shoe wannabe and her brood; will divorce for the right $.

I think I should sleep on that one. Could this be delayed post-partum psychosis???