So, I must be fertile, because my body (and somehow my normally logical brain) is telling me it’s time for another Behbeh.
I’ve been having all these pregnancy dreams (which, oddly enough, aren’t nightmares) and my uterus contracts every time I see a tiny human.
It bothers me that I, Angela the Child Hater, seem to have little-or-no control over this huge decision. My mouth says, “No more Behbeh’s for at least 4 years”, my heart is saying, “Many children = happy life”.
Angela’s Behbeh drools.
Stupid miracle of life.
Anyhow, so I brought up the topic of more kids with Husband (the same Husband who said THIS mere moments ago).
“You couldn’t have told me an hour ago? I just spend $20 on condoms! Ribbed ones!”