Seriously, the sex talk has got to stop in my apartment. I think it's subconsciously leaking into the house & I think I may have just been thrown in the deep end.
1. We've had a lot more sex lately. A. LOT. Not a bad thing (pretty damn great if I was going to brag!) but just an observation!
2. I noticed last week that this would be the last month for us to get preg and have a '08 baby. I blame this on the year I spent calculating "If I get preg now then we'll have a baby in ___, but I would be pregnant through the ___ months ..." My brain clicked into that mode earlier this month when I spent 4 days thinking I want to be pregnant again. Then the weekend came, I spent 48 hours with the Hubs & the kid & I realized that we are just fine with one toddler at a time!
3. My cycle has actually been fairly predictable lately & I have felt the ovulation pains the last few months. Couldn't have happened when we were killing ourselves to have a baby ~ but whatever. Such is life.
Do you see where this is going yet?
I've had several of the "Project Egg Drop" signs in the last few days & then I cramped all day yesterday on one side (did Clomid, remember that pain, 90% sure it was the egg landing). Hubs was in the mood again last night. We don't use protection because ... well, it took a year & pharmaceutical assistance to get the Princess here ~ so we've never worried about trying not to get pregnant.
That could prove to be an error in judgement in oh, two weeks or so. And now my brain is screaming "NO MORE KIDS YET! NO MORE KIDS YET! NO MORE KIDS YET! NO MORE KIDS YET YOU IDIOT!!!"
And yet ~ I could have warned Hubs last night that it was a possible baby making night, but I didn't ... that's partly his fault for using all the really good moves on me though. I wasn't thinking straight. And I was slightly drunk from that bottle of wine that we opened. I SWEAR to you, I did not initiate anything & I tried to resist ... but then the wine kicked in & well, he was using all the good moves & I wanted to play!
But I don't want to be pregnant again yet. I need more time, Princess needs more time, we need more money.
But I want another baby and it took us a year to get her started growing ...
But I am so. not. ready. for another kid.
But I'll be 31 this year & if I want 3 total then I do need to get a move on ...
I'm going to be sick.
Why isn't there a morning after test?!
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I think the word I want here is SQUEEEEE!
I am a fan of the "leaving it up to biology" decision-making process.
Wait. That makes me sound like a "have as many kids as biology sends you" person. I mean that when I'm on the fence, thinking "should we or shouldn't we have another?," sometimes what I need is the kick over one side or the other.
Should I take it as a sign that I would be 31 weeks along on my 31st birthday on October 31?
I mean that would just be cool ... part of me wants to be so excited, part of me wants to be calm & not get my hopes up, and part of me is still screaming "NOOOOO YOU IDIOT!!" In the words of the Joker, I'm of three minds on the matter.
It can't be a good thing that I've considered jumping Hubs' bones tonight & spermjacking him. Just in case this would be a good idea.
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