I am ready (I think)

A while ago, I was asking myself whether or not I was ready to have another child. The answer was clear to me: no. I could not, and did not want to go through another pregnancy and all the troubles it meant. I did not want to have to raise another extra child, particularly when I had my hands full with Little Prince. I was scared to death of the idea of getting knocked up again.
However, these past weeks, something changed inside of me. I started to notice more people having babies around me. A friend of mine just gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. I got to spend time with her and help her handle this new life of hers. I realised that having a child was not as hectic as I thought it to be, specially when it is the second time around. If I did it well with Baby boy (and did not mess up big time), I guess I could do it another time.
The moment I realised I wanted another child, came when I was watching "Brothers and Sisters" one of my favorite show on ABC. The mother -played by Sally Field- was resenting the fact that she was defined by her 5 children. Deep inside of me I thought that I would not hate it so much if somewhere when I hit 60, I had 5 kids who loved me no matter what even though sometimes they would take me for granted. And the moment I thought that, I knew I was ready to have another child.
I want a girl this time. Call me crazy, but I believe in the myth that girls are easier to handle. I know better. According to my mother I was a wild child. From the moment I could walk, I would climb the sofas in the living room and try to jump the space in between them. That is how I fell and opened my chin. It required some stitches. Of course I do not remember it but my parents were happy to tell me the story every time I asked them why I have this funny scar on my chin.
I want a girl, just because I am tired of this stubborn attitude of my boy. He is giving me a hard time. He needs to grow up and the only way for him to stop acting like he is the only child-the center of our attention- is for him to become a big brother. Moreover, I wish for somebody sweet that will just coo her way out of babyhood. A delicate flower that will just need some breast milk watering. She will not keep me up at night, or prevent me from cooking. She will just be quiet, and adorable. I will buy her all the pretty in pink, and flowery outfits that Babies'r us have. She will be the joy of my life and the star of her father.
I read somewhere that once you spend hours looking a babies' clothes at the mall instead of something for yourself, you are ready for another baby. So I guess I am, since I have been enjoying shopping for clothes and other accessories for my friend's baby girl, all the while wishing I had a girl who could wear the same outfit as well.
I am not scared of the pregnancy. I have been pregnant before therefore I know what to expect(even though they say not every pregnancy are alike). I am not scared of labor-give me an epidural and I will be good to go-. I am not even scared of raising her because as my husband will say I am experienced now. Nevertheless, the thought of bringing another human being in this crazy world (failing economy, ongoing wars, environmental crisis, racism, crime...)frightens me beyond anything else. That is why I will need the help of GOD to guide me through all of it like HE did last time.