The funny part of all of this is that about 3 years ago my wife went through "the baby Jones". All three of our boys had reached the point when mom was no longer "cool" and she was feeling desperately like a 5th wheel. She hit a point (which I called insanity) and was begging me to consider having one more baby.

Our youngest will be 18 when I turn 50 so I think this is a great time to stop.
"But it will be the mellow girl that I always wanted..." pleaded Mrs McFate.
I told her that the only way we were going to have a daughter was "if she came to us as a teenager".

Watch what you say!
Instead of getting pregnant, my wife went back to school and got a paralegal certificate from UC Berkeley and specialized in family law. "Ari" came to live with us just after that and now Mrs McFate has won her first two cases. First was a civil harassment restraining order against the mother and the second is now the guardianship.
Not only do we now have a teenage daughter but several attorneys have offered my wife a job based on how she handled the cases.
We are celebrating!
Edit: Yikes! Just to be clear, this all happened by coincidence and the outcome was in no way intentional.