I have been holding smallish people. The kind that fit in the crook of your neck. The kind who immediately fall asleep when you do the hip-sway things moms do. And lo, my ovaries, they do ache. I want another baby. Three moms in my mom's group had their second in the last 3 months, and our friends Melissa and Rick just had their second boy. Mmmmm...fresh baby. It's like walking by a bakery and getting the overwhelming need for a fresh croissant. Sure, babies are a little more work than say wolfing down baked goods, but c'mon. FRESH. BABIES.
PS - I don't plan on getting knocked up till after my 40th at the end of August, so looks like I better get used to the pain for a couple months. Maybe I can fill the void with croissants.