You clean the bator REALLY well. Take it apart, store it cosily in its own padded box with the turner and everything so it's nice and neat for next summer. You enjoy your current hatchlings, while making note of the hard work you are putting in every morning and afternoon and how much more work it  would be to do this in the winter. You count up your flock, look at your space, remember that you don't have room for another coop.
Then you wait.
And in about three days a group of children will find some eggs in your hay loft, put there by the neighbor's adorable banties that you have been coveting, and before ten seconds is past you will have jumped from your comfortable outdoor chair and whisked those eggs into the house, pulled out the incubator, fired it up, and be watching the thermometer every five minutes waiting for it to stabilize so you can get those eggs going.
THAT's how you resist.