In order for all of this to make sense, I feel as though I should share the story of how Brad and I got the three kids we have. I mean, not the details of how we got them because you know this is a G rated blog. Sometimes PG when I am dealing with idiots in cars or Verizon, but mostly G rated.
Anywho. So this story starts back when Hubs and I were dating. Contrary to popular culture, we waited until we were married to do the deed. So during the 14 months between our first date and our wedding date, my preferred method of birth control was not doin' it. Pretty effective.
As our wedding approached, I was
Fast forward through lots of wedding showers and dress fittings and one
Unfortunately, I didn't actually look in my purse again until Friday when I was packing up to leave Paradise.
OOPS! *insert major freakout*
When the crimson wave finally came crashing onto the shore a couple of weeks later, we did a little happy dance. From then on I kept my pills next to my toothbrush and diligently took it every day. The next few months were filled with jackrabbit-like consummation until one day Brad looked at me and said, "What happened to you? You aren't the woman I fell in love with and married! You used to be fun, and happy...and NICE!"
Oh, did I forget to mention that in between the bouts of frantic fornication I was behaving like a complete lunatic! I was irritable, cranky, emotional and just a downright b*tch! Just as Brad was on the verge of divorcing me, I had an epiphany. Or maybe he did...I can't remember. Anyways, one of us realized that there was a pattern to my insanity. While I was mildly unpleasant all the time, I took the craziness up about ten notches during the third week of the month. Hmmm...
So, Brad and I decided the best thing to do would be for me to get on another pill since the one I had was turning me into Mrs. Hyde. I got a recommendation from a friend of mine and called up a gyn doc. Apparently this doc was the coolest boy in school in the land of obstetrics because since I wasn't pregnant it was going to take about 4 months to get in to see him.
In the mean time, I stopped taking the pill and started using the rhythm method. For those of you that don't know what that means, I just started counting the days in between my periods and
And then in the Fall of 2004 their was a 6 week time period in which the state of Florida was pounded by four hurricanes in a row. The power went out alot...
You know during a black out, there is really only so much that two people can do to pass the time so it is possible that we were
Long story short, Libby showed up 9 months later. Along with about 30 of her friends. We refer to them as the Hurricane Babies.
Stay tuned for Part 2 of this riveting tale of love, sex and contraception. I can tell you are on the edge of your seat!