First, or last?

I love my prince with all of my being. I just wanted to preface with that before I say what I am going to say.
Some women, God bless them, are made for child bearing and rearing. They have the patience of Mother Theresa, unlimited tolerance, and are happy to multiply until they no longer can. I am not one of those women. I do not have the patience of Mother Theresa...In fact, she has more patience in her little toe than I could ever hope for. And I do not have the desire to multiply any more than the once I have already managed. Again, I say I LOVE my prince with ALL of my being. And I would like to keep it that way rather than share that with a sibling. Sleeplessness for the last 6 months, Acid Reflux, now teething pain, rapid growth that makes keeping him clothed a daily challenge, and his ability to hit me right in the eye with his nunchuck-pacifier has led me to be officially convinced that I was meant to be a one-child-mother. I have said and stood by that I was not intending on having any more after him, yet people keep asking me again and again, and trying to convince me that I will forget all the rough stuff and change my mind about having another when he is older. Well I have news for all of those people: I do not forget things that easily, especially when they are well-documented in, at the very least, his baby book. Anything that brings me to tears and utter frustration as his acid reflux does is firmly planted in my memory. That being said, Isaac is and will be an only child. I will love him with all of my being and will always know who broke what and who to ask about the missing cookies. It makes holidays a lot cheaper, too.