My friend Leona had her baby today. Vivianna was born at 930pm 8 pounds 10 ounces.

Babies are so awesome. They are the only good reason to go to the hospital. I went to go visit her while she was in labor just hanging out waiting for the baby. She is one tough cookie. No drugs. Let me just say, I was tramatized. I love babies, but I don't want to have anymore babies coming out of this body. I teasingly blame Leona, "Leona's the reason I'm getting my tubes tied." I tell people. But really just seeing her go through everything she has gone through in the last few months brought back not so wonderful memories. I remember being so uncomfortable you can't get a good nights sleep. I remember all the weight. I remember the stretch marks, although they are hard to forget. I remember being a monster to live with, hormones raging. (Not that you were that way at ALL Leona.) So, I'm getting my tubes tied next month. Not only do I not want to have any more kids physically, I do not want to have any kids with anyone other than Ron. He's a handful to deal with all on his own. I don't need another one in my life. And anyway there's always adoption. I know it seems like I'm still strying to rationalize it in my mind, and maybe I'll have that glint of doubt and later regret forever. But I really do feel like this is the best decision for me. I love my boys, and they love each other. But yeah, contractions? Pushing? Nope, don't want to do that again.