MPS and I had an “oh shit” moment on Sunday night.  The condom broke.  The condom didn’t break a little.  It exploded.  This is my first experience EVER with a condom breaking.  Obviously I know that condoms can break, I didn’t think they actually do break.  And I thought we were doing awesome not using withdrawal as our only form of birth control.

I had no idea the condom broke.  MPS wasn’t as shocked as me and sheepishly said, “Well, I thought maybe it did b/c all of sudden it started feeling really amazing (he’s not pro-condom, but he’s even more anti-BCP b/c I become a raving lunatic on BCP). “

There’s no way I could handle another baby.  Could you imagine 3 babies under the age of 16 months???  Absolute horror…

I asked MPS, “Should I take the morning after pill?”  His response was, “It was only one time.   Let’s wing it!”  Thankfully, we aren’t 16 year olds having sex and my life is not an ABC afternoon special.  MPS and I have a very relaxed approach to birth control.  It was hard getting pregnant and staying pregnant with Tubby and Bubby.  I definitely feel like I have natural birth control.  But, I did get pregnant once without fertility drugs.  So my body can ovulate on its own.  I could get pregnant.  Many times a successful pregnancy can fix any fertility issues.  If we keep shit like this up, Chubby will be on his or her way.

Luckily my first period post baby showed up yesterday.

***I like the idea of 3 or 4 kids.  MPS wants a third baby hardcore.  I think I’m losing by mind by even typing this.  I don’t want a minivan…