Already, I've found out what the most common question is when a woman announces she's pregnant with kid #3 — “Was it an accident?”

Second question is, “Due date?” Yeah, long way to go, baby.

True, America is known for having families with two children. But there are a few of us who can't resist having a few more. Yes, I know about population crowding and all that. People aren't having 10 kids today like they did during my grandparents' time.

Paul and I both grew up with two siblings. Actually, we were practically an only child because our siblings were 10 to 12.5 years older than us. I always joked that I wanted three kids in case I screw up one of them, then I still have two to fall back on.

No doubt when the pregnancy becomes noticeable, the questions will change to, “Boy or girl?” “Names?” “How much longer?” “Still pregnant???” I hope no one is crazy enough to ask, “C-section or vaginal” as the cashier asked of Wanda MacPherson of Baby Blues.

Don't plan to find out the baby's sex this time (we didn't with kid #1, but we did with #2). Names — it'll have to wait until B—Day.