There are easier ways to show that you enjoyed your crowded childhood, ya know.
For starters, kids are unimaginably expensive moneywise and six would put a lot of mileage on your body. Even if you had them all at once (or twice), you’d quite possibly have to get your uterus reconstructed and bolstered like an old building in Venice.
On top of that, your general physical and mental health will be harder to maintain and more important than ever. Moms of six are allowed to be ill for no more than five minutes.
It’s in the fine print in the contract you didn’t see.
Besides, you don’t have to have six to have a crowd. The third kid gets your sanity, so by the time you have three or four you will almost certainly be bonkers and you will never, ever have a moment alone.
Don’t get me wrong. I would love to have a pack of grand-babies, but they could totally be genetically new to us and they could totally be potty trained before I meet most of them.
That said, if you just happen to wake up one day and find you are a parent of six, roll with it and do your best. You’ll do just fine.