I pray that God would make me a good mother to all the children he would give us, and I never ask that we not have more children, but I haven't actively petitioned for more children since we reached a number of babies I won't mention.
But a confluence of circumstances a few months ago prompted me to crunch some numbers, at which point I realized I'd better start praying hard for a baby that month, because getting pregnant the next month would land my due date right in the middle of shotgun season. So, by golly, I prayed for a baby! I'm not big on "God must have wanted . . . " but I can't help suspecting a joke on me here.
As God would have it, I didn't get pregnant that month or the next. Quintus and I are well out of shotgun season range. Please make arrangements for my maternity leave in January.