I just don't fit in

sometimes when I'm at a baby shower...or an event where those surrounding me are mostly female...I start to get that feeling.  the feeling that I'm just different.  because a lot of times when women get together they start talking about their children. and babies. and families.  and how many do you want?  and they say things like "Oh we're DONE!" and then receive head nods in agreement from the others in the group.
and I just kind of sit there.  because I don't feel overwhelmed when I think about having *gasp* more than 2 or 3 children (I actually feel giddy about that thought).  and I can promise you that you will never hear me utter the words "I'm DONE!"...as if having and raising children is something I can't wait to be finished with.  quite the contrary.  I'm sure there will come a time when Pete and I (along with God) make a decision on how many children will be a part of our family.  but it won't be based on how exhausting children are, or how much I love/hate being pregnant, or how expensive children are/adoption is...or other reasons I've heard people groan about.
I grew up as the 4th child in a family with 5 children.  and a lot of people thought that was a lot of kids.  I thought it was normal.  I was just as doted on as the first.  and still am.  I grew up with a mother that cherished me and rocked me until I was way too big to be held.  parents that loved family and children.  we weren't involved in 8 billion activities growing up and life didn't revolve around us.  it revolved around family. and our faith.
I'm definitely not writing this because I think people that have 0, 1, or 2 children are horrible.  I think that's beautiful.  I just get tired of hearing mothers act like raising any number of little blessings that God gave them infringes on their time.  and that wanting more than 2 or 3 is so crazy and unimaginable.
because I am very thankful for every minute of time I spend making meals. making beds. folding little clothes. wiping hands. wiping bottoms. teaching. singing. and laughing with.
I'm not perfect. and I do get tired of saying "be nice to your sister" and "say you're sorry", etc.
but I can't imagine saying I'm done (in an overwhelmed tone) with these...

because they are joy to the max.  really.
and I promise I'll still say that when they are pimple faced and have body odor and don't like me.
I like being different. and not fitting in.