*** I always knew I wanted to have children, and I think at one point, I thought I’d have a lot of them. That was until my daughter almost killed me during delivery, and as well as from the aftereffects of said delivery. Honestly, if she had been born before my son, I would only have one kid. What happened during that delivery scared the living daylights out of me. I knew I’d never have another child after that. (Which actually, was quite convenient, as my husband was content with two kids: a boy and a girl.) And yet that incident left me second-guessing, which starts to become the mantra…