I have a confession that proves that I’m not as green and not as sane as I’d like people to believe: I want, like, 9 kids. Preferably in a 7 year time period.
I have a list of names ready: all of them 5 letters long and androgynous (see: Riley). I even have a growing list of middle names, because family members deserve their name being passed down and Calliope and Xiomara are kick-ass but don’t observe the 5-letter/androgynous rule.
Now, don’t get me wrong. It’s not like Rob and I are working towards 9 kids, and I wouldn’t want to pop out nine slimy-cute little human parasites from my happy place. But with adoption, and maybe a multiple birth or two? If I had the money, I’d do it in a heart beat.