This may or may not be about sex… read at your own discretion.

So the other day my darling husband and I are… playing Twister… and mid twister I realize “hmm… that pesky little pill” and I inform my darling husband that I may have missed a few days, and that what ever he decides from there could or could not lead to our house being over come with diapers… and he is apparently ready to have kids because he didn’t want to stop. Or maybe his brain was fogged over. lol. Who knows.

Umm… then I decided it would be a good time to go take that pesky little pill… and I’m like a week off. Not that I’ve missed a week in a row, but a weeks worth of pills over the whole month.