DISCLAIMER: I'm only baby crazy. I am not having a baby any time soon. You can breathe easy again, Mom. In October, I did my favourite thing ever and stuck my feet in a set of stirrups in a gynaecologist's office and then I had a little polyurethane plastic popped into my uterus (yay). I'm not sure if my Mirena insertion was the trigger, but all of a sudden I started wondering if I wanted more kids. Maybe it's because my son Finn turned five last month. Or maybe I'm just …
