Just looking at these pictures of my littlest guy makes my heart start beating a bit faster. Just like with all of my boys, I love him so much. Ryan says that, even though we haven't decided if he'll be our last, I'm already showing signs of treating him like the youngest. At 9 weeks old, he still sleeps in our room, right next to my side of the bed and I got really sad when I packed away his newborn clothes. Will I ever pull those clothes out to place on a new little baby again?
How do you decide when your baby-making days are over?