I am not sure I know when to stop.
I have three children and want more (doubt it'll happen due to lack of enthusiasm on my OH's part) despite the fact we totally can NOT afford it. Even I can see that but it doesn't stop me pining for more.
I also have three cats and three kittens who have been living under the bed since they were born a few weeks ago and who I would happily keep but shan't be allowed to. (Sensible though, however much I may protest.) Again, I am not sure whether this feels like enough pet company - I would like a pony or two, a dog again and a fish for my little boy. I also have moments of wishing we had a rabbit...
Now what does that say about me and perhaps about some others who have a house full of babies and animals?
One half of me is clearly barking, but then there is the more sensible, measured side that manages to keep things manageable, sane and socially acceptable (can't be having the smell of dog on our clothes or cat hairs in the school tray bakes).
As much as I see myself plodding along like this, occasionally dreaming about more babies or animals, but still sticking to some kind of 'norm'. I can also see myself like one of those people the RSPCA visits for having 4000 rabbits, 50, dogs and 75 cats in a 2 bed semi.
On the face of it I am normal, wholesome mummy of 3 (only slightly crazy there with the .6 - or whatever it is- jump from average) with partner (okay I could be married, but again not TOTALLY crazy, whatever my dad says) and a decent-ish job (oops, self employed - possibly daring!) and my house has little evidence of the growing cat colony within...
So, if I had more children I know it would be because the mad, uncontrolled side of me had been unleashed but God knows what is in the minds of other parents of 2.5 children or more??
Whatever, I don't think it has a lot to do with the mums and dads of 1 or 2 children - how could it? Surely it is about our individual capacity for martyrdom, self-sacrifice, frenetic lifestyle, total-giving-up-of-oneself, multiple loving and loathing and worying - oh and lots and lots of laundry washing??
As for the onlookers, worrying about their own measly brood but secretly congratulating themselves on their 'sensible' decision not to have MORE, look impressed: the poor f*ckers who went for it and had those 6 kids and the menagerie in the garden will be glad of your appreciation, it will sweeten the bitter pill of regret.
I jest - maybe.