The hubster and I have been discussing the possibility of having another child.
We are both totally freaked out by the thought. More freaked out than when we had our first baby.
We think we're ready.
We change our minds.
We're not ready.
We'll never be ready.
If we wait til we're ready, it'll never happen.
So last night, our discussion went like this...
Some chatting about the "fun" of not using birth control - the details of which you'll thank me for not sharing.
Hubster: Well, if you got pregnant right now, when would the baby be due?
Me: Um, September...?
Hubster: WHAT??!!! So soon??!!
Me: Totally bust-out laugh-my-butt-off at him freaking out.
Temporarily confused my gestational period for that of a blue whale perhaps?
I believe we have reached an impasse.