Tired mama

I don't know if my heart can handle any more boys. For some reason I have always felt I will have a litter of rough-housing, dirty, ADD-bouncing off the walls, home full of boys. Partly my heart longs for this only because I love my sweet little Oliver so much. I would take a hundred more of him....that is until he hit the age of 7 months old!
I'm sure he is doing all the "normal" things babies his age should be doing, but I'm not prepared for this! He is exhausting, for one, but mainly the kid has no fear and head-dives for anything in his line of sight.
He's already conked his head with two falls that left some bruises. I've lowered his crib twice in the middle of the night because I find him pulling himself to the top and peering over the edge. I have a feeling that this is just the start of many more adventures for Oliver that leave my heart feeling a little weary. Hopefully this isn't a self-fulfilling proficy for a litter of boys!