Scott,
You are a bonafide hatchaholic, just like all the rest of us. 
  Of course, like the old saying goes, "It takes one to know one".  I've got eggs incubating and even hatching as we speak and I'm already scouting for my next fix.  
It's such a rush to see them hatch.  The initial rush of hatching is then followed by the extreme desire to hold these little fuzzballs.  I believe this addiction can be traced back to childhood for most hatchaholics.  The stereotypical hatchaholic was probably exposed to the thrill of incubation in kindergarten or grade school by a well meaning teacher. Yeah, let's blame it on the educators.
  Also, I tend to think that most hatchaholics grew up in an urban setting, being denied the pleasure of farm animals and experiencing life born into the world all around them like the kids who grew up on farms.  
I remember being fascinated as a child with seeing new life begin - puppies, kittens, guppies in the aquarium, vegetables from seeds.  Once I was even thrilled by the propect of breeding generations of larger and smarter Sea Monkeys. 
 Little did I know at the time that these were just brine shrimp eggs and my chances of creating a barrel of Sea Monkies was remote. 
  Now I'm older and a flock of chickens seems a little more rewarding than the Sea Monkeys.
However, I digress.  Scott, bottom-line, we're agreed that you're a hatchaholic and you'll probably always be one.  You and your loved ones will now have to learn to cope with the 
Siren  song of the unhatched egg. 
  Good luck with the Australorps!