On the poophead thing I think they might grow out of that. I don't have boys so I never went through that but at a homeschooling event the other day, where the kids were looking at artifacts and trying to figure out what they were, I observed a 7 year old boy who was embarrassed about explaining what a chamber pot was for. He really didn't want to say it.
So maybe there is hope.
My DH and I had decided that one child was enough for us and we were done. Was I shocked when I found myself mourning the loss of my uterus to cancer because my baby-making days were truly over!
I think it hit me one day when my youngest was about a year old and I was packing away the infant clothes, and the thought came to me that there would not be another baby to put in them. The next thing I know, I was balling my eyes out. Funny how you think you've made a rationale decision and are completely at peace with it, and then suddenly your emotions violently disagree. That whole right brain-left brain thing, I suppose.
I'm with you on the mortality thing...people ask me if I'm done having babies and I say "HECK NO! I'M STILL YOUNG!! I can have one more if we want it!" I'm holding on to the hope that we MIGHT have one more..I kind of doubt it, but it's there...I'm still young enough to have one more....and I'm going to cling to that until my knuckles turn white and the first grandkid is born.
You know, kactus' "i want this" picture got me too.
I can think of one or two photographs of my son's infancy that evoked and still evoke the same emotion she described. Those shots were probably significantly responsible for the decision to become pregnant one more time. They overcame the dark and dirty truth of child-rearing and offered up a fleeting moment of heaven instead. And that's all I needed to forget and desire. Thank goodness that can't happen anymore. 
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