I hesitate to post this.

But.

Um, you guys?

I think I might’ve gotten pregnant last night.

And I guess I’m really not ready for #2 because my first thought, when I figured it out, was FUCK.

And that was not a pun.

edited to add: We’re 99% confident that we want another baby. But I was thinking of maybe trying this summer, sometime in July or so. I was NOT thinking of a January ‘09 baby. There is no guarentee that I AM pregnant or WILL GET pregnant, our pitiful once-a-month sex just happened to fall on my most fertile day. Which I didn’t realize, since my cycle has gotten a little wonky in the past two months. Still, if this is it, if this is happening, we will love this baby and it will be OK. But until I know for sure, I reserve the right to say a few more fucks and oh gods and GAHs. Just writing it here made me calmer and a little more peaceful about whatever happens will happen.

And no, Alice, we don’t use protection around here. We’re married, we’re in baby bearing age/mode, and we don’t have sex often enough for us to warrant spending money on birth control methods. I haven’t been on birth control since July 05.